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hazelfoureyes · 1 year ago

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Alastor in Rut (one shot)

Rutting Alastor x Fem Rabbit Reader

Less than confident and lacking much in the way of assertiveness, you find hell to be scary. But, a very kind and helpful deer demon has a solution! Just in time, as an unexpected rut hits him and he feels the need to reel you in.

this is pure self indulgence. Shout out to @jazzmasternot , @lustylita , @sugoi-writes , and @minkdelovely for keeping me sane and horny (with art lol)

「Warnings/Promises: actual warning - mentions of accidental vehicular homicide and reader's death, Marathon Smut, p in v, finger almost in a?, anal is considered, knotting because fuck it, attempt at breeding, womb flooded, not dubcon but everyone in the hotel thinks it is, slightly repetitive fucking because he wont waste semen on other holes, Alastor would fuck anyone but you’re the most amusing, Alastor doesn’t think he’s the good guy which is honestly kinda cute, deadass talk about making you carry his fawns?? Why is it so hot?? Knock me up deer man bleat bleat bitch, implied previous relationship with a human man, plans to cuckold your ex, heat, blue fire isn’t hot, you’re tricked into a deal with Alastor, kinda size kink, demon Alastor, minor aftercare, a little sexual choking (as a treat)」

Hey--- we're all here for something. This is 10000 words, 5300 or so is smut. Smut starts at the bright green divider for you impatient and horny deeries.

MINORS YOU KNOW THE DRILL DNI

The line for reception was long, but that was to be expected. After the extermination ended early and Adam killed on television by a maid, the Hazbin Hotel had been busy. Or so you overheard others saying. You’d only been in hell a day, lucky enough to catch the advertisements and hear the gossip for the hotel soon after your descent.

You recognized the princess immediately, but not that tall man beside her. He wasn’t doing anything, just staring and smiling. Was he friendly? Were there friendly people in hell? Truly friendly. Not high school girl friendly. Or hungry witch friendly. He had witch vibes.

“Hiya welcome to the”, she took a deep breath in, “Hazbin Hotel! I am Charlie! This is Alastor! What did you do to bring you to hell? Gotta know so we can cater your redemption activities to your sins!”

She was staring at you so happily, pen over paper. Your eyes nervously shot to the man, who leaned down in response.

“I fell asleep driving and killed someone, and myself.”

Everything about Charlie was frozen still except the sudden glossiness forming over her eyes. “You… you… were you like, a thief or… did you…… push old ladies into traffic?”

You shook your head no.

“Gluttonous? She asked.

“No, I wasn’t a fan of overindulgence.”

“Prideful, then?”

“Unfortunately… I don’t think too highly of myself. Living or dead.” Your hand came to your down turned rabbit ears, sad and limp. Even in death you weren’t the right kind of anything.

“Uhh,” Charlie clicked her pen furiously again and again, “Lustful?”

“Just the one partner. My highschool sweetheart.”

A sweat was forming on Charlie’s brow, “Sloth?”

“I did fall asleep behind the wheel… but it was from working 25 hours of overtime this week.”

Charlie put the pen down, “I don’t think you belong in hell. You made an accident. That’s not how sins should work…”

Your eyes bore holes into the desk, avoiding eye contact, “I don’t think heaven cares much about that.”

“Poor thing. Let’s circle back, Charlie.” Alastor’s large hand rested on your head, patting twice.

She nodded, “Good call. I’ll just,” her tongue stuck out as she began to write, “make a new category just for you! Other.”

Yeah that made sense, you thought. That was fitting. This truly was hell. Finally you stood out, as the one who didn’t fit in. You supposed that’s what a wallflower deserved for murder.

“Follow me little one.” The tall Alastor instructed you as he snatched a key from the hook and walked past you.

Happily. Small tail uncontrollably swishing as you followed a foot behind him.

A hum of approval, Alastor noticing the distance you kept.

“You obey instructions well.”

You always did. “Thank you.” Tiny and soft, your response made his shadow shift and smile.

It wasn’t a compliment, but the fact you took it as one interested him. Subservient.

Fun.

“I take it that you really were a good girl in life, weren’t you?” He swiveled on his heels to face you, the sudden change causing your face to run into his lower chest.

A song of apologies fell from your mouth as you backed up, tripping over your own pathetic attempts at platitude and falling back onto your ass.

He was tall before but now he towered over your, hand outstretched to help you up. You offered a thank you before taking it.

Clawed fingers tightened around your palm. Not letting you pull away. “You’re new to hell, right?”

A glance around, no one else in the hallway, “Is it obvious?”

“Yes. But also, you mentioned work this week.”

A nod, “It’s been maybe a day.”

Delicious.

“Could I offer you some advice?” He leaned down, hand tightening further. Wide eyed and a little frightened with the change in atmosphere, you just nodded again. “It’s very dangerous out there for little prey animals like yourself.”

“Aren’t you also a prey animal?”

His hand uncurled.

A moment of tension, Alastor leaning down further.

A strange sound was coming from his microphone, the best approximation you had was a car radio going haywire skipping through the channels.

“Room 243!” His body popped up and he held the key out for you. The hallway lights seemed to be glowing brighter now.

You grabbed the key, “Thank you!”

Two fourty three was just past him. A small tremble kept you from getting the key in on your first and even second try.

You didn’t even stop to turn on the light, just pushing the door closed behind you as soon as your body was through the threshold.

The relief barely left with a sigh when you heard it, “You know…”

Frozen, your eyes adjusted to the darkness enough to see the shining of his red and pink eyes in front of you.

“I’m somewhat of a deal maker. For a small price, I could help you. Perhaps, you’d like a change of appearance?” His voice seemed to be coming from the walls, above and beside you all at once.

Something lifted a floppy ear. But his eyes were too far from you for it to have been his own hands. A small scream as you smacked at the appendage.

“What do you say? I can use a little magic to make you happier with your new form.” A dark whisper into your right ear.

Your hands flew to your head before you dropped to your knees to escape the hidden things touching you.

“What do you want?” To your left now. “Let’s make a trade. A deal.” Above your head.

His eyes were gone. Just darkness and a soft laugh echoing around you.

Your mind was reeling through possible answers, what did you want? At that moment? In general?

An answer tumbled out, too quietly.

“Hmm?” His eyes reappeared closer to you and glowing a bloody red. “Speak up, my ears are quite a bit higher than your mouth.”

A second attempt, “Safety. I wanna be safe.” The laughter got louder, mocking you without words.

“A little tougher of an ask.” The sound of something slithering near your feet made you pull your knees tighter to your chest. “But! I’m here to please. In exchange for protection from the more nefarious of hell’s citizens I’ll need something worth my while.”

Of course, that is how deals work, right? A promise with compensation.

“I don’t have any money, or possessions yet. Maybe I should try again later?” You were lost in the light of his stare and found the darkness deepening around him.

A considered hum, “Well, you’re already dead. You’ve no need for your soul. Damned as it is, give it to me instead. To keep safe. And I’ll always answer your calls for rescue when in harm's way.”

Why would…what use was a soul, you wondered. Was he right? But if he wanted it, surely it had value. You were too new to this world, scared to say yes and part with what little you had.

At the risk of angering the demon in the darkness of your room, you whispered to yourself and hoped he would hear it, “I think I shouldn’t.”

Hissing in your ear, “Disappointing.”

The lights flickered on, an empty room. A bed. A nightstand. A closet. A bathroom. No tall smiling dealmaker.

A tremor stayed in your hands through the night.

To your surprise, when you ran into Alastor the next day he was more than kind. He was eavesdropping when you asked Charlie if the hotel needed any staff. Not only did you want to be of use, you were hoping to earn some money. He quickly slid beside Charlie suggesting things you could do.

Wow, you thought. He didn’t hold a grudge at all. Maybe he had been trying to help before?

It took a few weeks, but you found a groove. You were a floater between the staff, helping Husk with the restocking of his bar, following behind Niffty with supplies her tiny arms couldn’t carry, and keeping notes for the activities Charlie held. It was vital for you to feel needed and everyone seemed happy to have you around. Hell wasn’t so bad.

“Dear,” Alastor found you holding a basket of towels in the hallway on a rather standard weekday, “I need an errand runner. Do you mind?”

You had been finding Alastor’s presence enjoyable, a little secret you held. He was always smiling, which made you smile in turn. And his manners, well, perfect. You couldn’t understand why such a sweet man was in hell, but then you considered you were also in hell. Mistakes happen, perhaps he was also damned by technicalities.

Not that you would ask him, you barely spoke a word to the deer demon. Every time he was around you your throat would close up. Oftentimes you would pull your hands behind your back to shield the wiggle of your too-honest tail.

When he would speak to you, you would get so focused on the sound of his voice and watching his mouth move you’d actually not hear a damn thing he said. You must have looked like an absolute airhead, always replying, “What?” every time he finished a statement.

“Hellooo, anyone home in there?” He knocked gently on your skull. Ah, those big hands again. He watched the pink bloom across your cheeks, your hands coming to your ears to pull them down as your mind wandered off. A snap of his fingers finally brought you back.

“Sorry, what?” Your eyes were bright as you finally made the journey all the way up to his face.

“Welcome back. I need some stuff picked up from a shop downtown. I can’t leave right now, mind hopping over for me?” The grin he offered you made you melt.

“Of course!” That damn tail shaking behind you, “What am I picking up?”

He waved his hand, “Not important, it’ll be all wrapped up and waiting.” The radio effect of his voice grew, “I’ll write down the address.”

Terrible handwriting. You could barely read it, but didn’t want to insult him so you just nodded as he followed you to the doors. Pausing, you realized it was your first time leaving the hotel alone.

“What’s wrong? Not up to it?”

You shook your head, “No! I can do it. Thank you.”

A pounding in your chest made you question if you were actually dead. But despite your concerns, no one bothered you beyond some catcalling and intense glares. Staring at the paper, you struggled to decipher the address. Was that a 7 or a 1? A 4 or a 9…? You were in the general area, the street name lined up and the first couple numbers of the address too.

You brought the paper closer to your face, maybe if you really inspected it you could figure it out.

A shriek, dropping the paper to felt a small goblin-like creature pushing at your knees. Another, then another, began to appear from the shadows of the street. Black and white little creatures pushing and pulling at your legs until you tumbled over.

“Help!” You thought it was a shout, but it came out as a soft spoken request, the tone itself adding a ‘please’ to the end.

They weren’t hurting you, just knocking you over every time you tried to stand up like grade school bullies. You managed, the creatures relenting momentarily before a stockier one materialized. A step back, what did they want? Money? You pulled out your wallet and opened it but the large one smacked it to the ground.

That quick heart skipped a beat when your back hit against something solid. As your head bent backwards, you could see those red and pink eyes looming over you.

“Oh dear. Trouble already?”

You could cry. You did cry, a little, at the sight of a familiar face. With a flourish of his hands, those previously unseen tendrils whipped from his back and flung the aimless attackers away.

Rescue! You hugged his waist, a chorus of ‘thank yous’ and ‘Oh, Alastor!’ into his chest.

“Now now, can’t even be a proper task rabbit. You really do need some safeguarding.” He peeled you off him, brushing his coat off. Your mind thought back to the offer. “And I don’t see my purchase… didn’t complete the task either?”

You shrunk, you’d entirely failed him. His smirk was one sided, eyes half lidded and expression dramatically disappointed. Alastor sighed and turned to walk away from you. You’d let him down. He’d been nothing but accommodating and gentle.

“I’m sorry! Alastor!” You grabbed his wrist, eyes shut so you didn’t see the green glow of arcane symbols floating up around him. “Can I please have that deal? Please. I’m sorry, you have my soul as payment.”

Painless, selling your soul. With a handshake, a little light show, and a whirling of magic, you had done it.

“Excellent choice!” Alastor patted your head, “I’ll come to your aid when you’re scared for your life! Aaaand in return, your soul is mine. Easy peasy, yes?”

Fine, not an issue in the slightest. “Do I need to do anything?”

“About what?” His eyes wandered to inspect his fingernails.

“My soul.”

A barking laugh, “No. You’re tied to me now, dear. As for my end, just call my name when you’re in danger and I’ll,” a flourish of his talons, “rescue you.” His smile strained as he peered down at your little face, “Why are you crying?”

“I’m so happy to have the help, thank you Alastor! You really are just, amazing. Your mother raised you right.” Your hands were holding your cheeks, grateful and feeling a little less alone.

The mention of his mother made his back straighten, a bloom in his chest he knew all too well to be pride. Finally, someone was vocalizing his better qualities. Well, other than Charlie. But impressing Charlie was like making a dog think you’d thrown a ball. Just a little quick whirl of your hands and a couple sweet words with a smile and she’d be all wagging tail as she ran to retrieve nothing.

But he supposed you were very much like Charlie, easily tricked and distracted. Had you really not noticed those goons were his? Or that the address wasn’t real? Were you stupid or naive? His head fell to the side unnaturally as he watched you talk. He wasn’t listening, though. He took in your features, slight but average. His hand came out absentmindedly and felt at one of your long and limp ears. He didn’t see you blush or caught how you stiffened.

Naive. Terribly naive.

Perfectly usable.

He dropped your ear and turned to leave. “I won’t rescue you twice in one day. Best to follow me home if you value your life.”

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You hadn’t told anyone about the deal, a secret for yourself to keep. Partly because you were embarrassed you needed the help, and partly because you had been warned extensively to not make a deal with the deer demon. Everyone had such a peculiar idea of Alastor, it seemed to you. Even after making a deal, he was still…Alastor. Always offering a joke, or playing something jaunty in the shared spaces. You could vent and whine and Alastor would hum as he read. Always offering a gentle pat to the head when you were sad or did something he liked.

So when Alastor suddenly left the group in a sweat, hands shaking and body rocking slightly side to side, you were quick to follow behind him. He bumped off the walls a couple of times before making it to his room and falling forward past the threshold.

You waited for the door to close before running down the hall and knocking.

“Are you alright?” You pressed your cheek against the wood and listened for any reply.

Alastor was still on the floor when you knocked, which worked out well. He leaned against the door, ears flat with his condition. He took a deep breath, voice dropping an octave and carrying easily to you, “Just— an out of season rut. Unexpected and unwelcome. Without any does nearby it’s quite odd.”

“Oh, are deer not like rabbits? Rabbit does are always in estrus! Mating actually triggers their ovulation. Neat, huh?” Silence, Alastor’s ears turned forward focusing on every other word.

Does, always, oestrus

Mating, triggers, ovulation

“I had pet rabbits when I was little. Isn’t that funny though? That they’re also called does.” You worried he thought you were weirdly interested in rabbit sex. “We had them as pets. So….,” a silence you misinterpreted as awkward.

Alastor tapped a long claw on the door before dragging it down the wood. A line was etched behind, “Is that so?”

You knelt down to get comfortable, “How long will it last?”

“Ah, hard to say. I've only suffered through a few. Alone, perhaps a week.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“With an appropriate partner, a deer demon would rut for two days. One for mating with his doe, one for guarding his doe from rivals who could still interfere with conception.”

His doe. You both found your throat running dry at the words.

You nodded, “Oh wow, I guess that’s why you always see bucks locked together in fights.”

“Precisely.”

“But...can sinners actually conceive?” You gulped, the idea was a little naughty to you. The entire conversation was actually making you uncomfortable. The kind of discomfort that made your breath pick up. The kind of discomfort that shifted to hunger with just a few words or a well placed look.

“No, but that doesn’t matter. Once fully in the hold of a rut or heat, demons aren’t motivated by logic.”

You nodded again, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “Oh okay…” the idea of Alastor rutting into his own hand desperate to fill a womb made your knees come together. “Must be hard for you. As an asexual.”

A hum, confusion breaking his creeping fog for a second, “A sexual what?”

“Nevermind.” You shook your head, shaking off the topic with the motion.

Alastor could smell your arousal wafting under the door. A feverish chill ran through him, drawing the fog back into the recesses of his mind.

“Well… I’ll let you rest. I know you can’t call me, so I’ll stop by to see if you need anything.”

His mouth opened to correct you— he could call you in a sense, and he didn’t need help as he had minions he could summon with a snap.

“That sounds lovely, what a helpful thing you are.” The words came out strained, his jaw tensing. How much longer could he hold out? The thinnest lie held in place that he’d suffer alone through the week. Already compromised by his errant shadow, flat against the carpet beneath your thighs.

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Within hours Alastor was lying on the floor with his limbs splayed out. The sweating was the worst, not the heat. He could feel ticklish drops dripping down his stomach. His hair was sticking to his face, adding to the mounting overstimulation. Wet, hot, clothes clinging to his body like a second skin. A clawed hand pulled off his bow tie. His fingers shook too much to handle the tiny buttons of his shirt so he gave up and ripped it open.

It fell into a pile with the bow tie and soon his pants and socks joined. Sitting up on his elbows he looked down at his underwear, he wasn’t hard yet but he knew the smallest touch could trigger what could be days of painfully swollen erections.

He fell back to the floor with a huff, hands raking through his hair and gripping his ears a little rougher than he’d meant to. A gasp, red tipped talons feeling down his ears and slipping around his already growing antlers.

Alastor’s eyes rolled back, strong hands squeezing his prongs, tugging them forward as he imagined anyone riding him. Using his appendages as a handle while he bucked up into them. His hips were already moving, lower back rising off the carpet as he rolled his body up into the imaginary mate he despised his desperation for. His mind flicked through faces. Husk’s pained but satisfied expression, Vox’s tears as he whined, Carmilla’s lusty eyes paired with surrendered sighs. He lingered briefly on Angel’s smirk as his hands roamed down his chest and his thighs in tandem.

But through the darkness of his imagination he saw two watery and timid orbs, tears welling as eyebrows rose in confusion. Pleasure making the features soften. Soft. Soft velvet ears he could tug on in turn, a little bushy tail he could grip.

A doe.

The only doe he knew of in the hotel.

The radio on the writing desk flipped through channels, piecing together the sounds to form the words he was trying to forget, a magazine ransom note cut from sound bites.

....out the windows

....always and forever,

....in yesterday.

....rusty cage

May you never....

Hating how I....

....pull the trigger

....say you love me?

....congratulations

The relevant sounds spiked in volume, mocking him.

He walked to the radio and hurled it across the room. Aggression. Already he was losing himself to hellish biology.

A minor part of him didn’t want to use you. You always looked at him with such adoration, which he’d come to look forward to when others weren’t giving him adequate attention. You also seemed to genuinely see him as a friend, as much as he didn’t directly feed that idea.

But using people was how the world worked. Everyone was using someone. You had said how much you wanted to help… Alastor leaned on the desk with both hands and watched the sweat fall onto the wood and leather writing surface.

How was his body leaking from every pore but his mouth was so dry?

His shadow reached for the thrown radio, the light flickering on. That dark doppelgänger using a song to offer another piece of torment for him, ‘you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine.’

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You had been speaking to Husk about what you could do to help prepare the bar for the weekend when a green light began to form around your neck.

“Did you— Did you make a deal with him?!” Husk dropped the dish rag, hands shooting to your shoulders, “Hold on! I’ll— fucking hell. Fuck!”

“Wait what’s wro-,” you were standing inside an unfamiliar room, just at the door, before you could figure out why Husk was panicking. Looking up, you locked eyes with Alastor. The room was dark, curtains drawn shut and ceiling lights off. A slight glow from a roaring blue fire to your left. His eyes were those familiar glowing red orbs in the darkness of his large canopy bed. “Oh, Alastor.” You finally noticed the third light source. A neon green large linked chain was wrapped around his fist. Following the squared interlocking pieces down the length of the bed, across the carpet and up as you looked down to find it ending on you.

Your hands touched your neck, feeling the cold metal of your collar.

Alastor took a deep breath in, a shaky exhale following.

Oh. You’d heard from Angel how his deal with his boss often materialized as a series of smoke rings linked and attached to him.

Before you could question it any further you were sliding across the floor, hands and feet struggling to find purchase as he reeled you toward the bed. Alastor lifted you by the glowing chain around your neck, evidence of the deal you so easily accepted.

“Can a deer breed a rabbit?” He mused, breath ragged as he struggled to remain in control of his impulses, “Doubtful. But I’ll give it my sincerest efforts, regardless.”

“Alastor-! You don’t want to do this, it’s just your rut.” You pulled back, legs kicking and piling up the blankets. It was fruitless.

He laughed, incorporeal radio studio audience joining along. You couldn’t stop from glancing at the straining fabric of his black boxers. Setting a small hand on his chest to better attempt to push away you gasped, “You’re burning up!” The fear of the moment left you entirely, replaced with deep concern.

He gripped your wrist with his free hand, not letting go of the chain in his right, “The fever is unbearable. My mind is slipping away.”

“Is this normal?!” Your hands came to his cheeks, his forehead, his neck. You remembered how your grandmother always checked your temperature, and pressed your lips to his sweat slicked brow. “You poor thing…”

When you pulled back you were met with the bright and blown out pupils of Alastor’s gaze. He was staring at your mouth, the green of his magical connection to you reflecting off his glossy eyes.

“Poor me.” He’d been sitting with loosely crossed legs but got on his knees. His face rose until he was looking down at you, hand now holding your chin, “You promised to help me.”

Your eyes were looking everywhere but his face.

His hand on you tightened, cheeks squished together as he pulled your head up, “Are you a liar?” Of course not. His hand made your head shake left to right.

The trembling of your hands was obvious to you both. A cruel laugh, “Do I scare you, little bunny rabbit?”

In life you weren’t popular. No one hated you, but, well, you never had much luck attracting the men all the women seemed to want. No one of power or consequence ever paid you any mind.

Alastor was scary. But were you scared? Someone strong wanted you. Someone people feared was saying you were good enough for them.

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt your tail wiggling side to side. Your body always betrayed you. Your own death had been the doing of your body’s inability to listen to you.

He couldn’t see the tail but the way your face screwed up in shame tipped him off. Letting go of your face, super heated finger pads slipped down your back. He slotted your tail between two fingers. There was no reason for it to be such an intimate action, but your entire body trembled.

Another deep sigh from Alastor, closing his fingers around the base and pulling gently. A test. Your head dropped to hide your reaction.

“Ah ah, eyes on me.”

He hummed happily as you did as you were told.

But the moment was cut short, you jumping when a rough knock came to the door.

“Alastor!” Vaggie was turning the knob despite knowing it was locked, “Is she in there? Open the fucking door.” A kick, a threat, “Now.”

“I’ll need your answer.” He leaned back onto the pillows piled behind him. Making a point, he lifted your chain and dropped it. It dissolved into nothingness before it could hit the bed.

“I’m here!” You said barely loud enough to be heard through the wooden door. Your eyes were drawn to Alastor’s lap as he pushed down his underwear to free his deep red cock.

His hand tenderly touched his base, hissing with the contact.

“For fuck’s sake Alastor!” Vaggie yelled, “You have three seconds to open this fucking door before I rip it off the hinges.”

Alastor’s head fell back with a moan, stifled as he bit down on his lip.

“One!”

As his fingers slid up his length and touched his leaking slit his entire body violently shook.

“Two!”

He opened his eyes just barely. You hadn’t noticed the antlers on his head were quite a few times larger than normal.

“I’m okay!” You shouted, the loudest noise you’d made since your death, but not the loudest you’d make by the end of the day.

Silence.

Mumbling.

Vaggie spoke up again, “Are you sure? Come out and talk to us first.”

His hand began stroking himself, precum spilling down. Something soft and fuzzy was settling over the front of your brain.

You scooted backwards off the bed, eyes staying on his lap. The light color of his inner thighs. The little bit of red and black tail you could see squished down under his ass.

“Hello!” You opened the door just enough to shove your head through. “Hi there gang.”

Husk’s arms were crossed and his foot tapping, “Are you really okay? No matter the deal he can’t fucking make you stay in there with him.”

While you weren’t sure that was actually true, it wasn’t an issue, “I wanna stay! He needs someone to watch his fever and-,”

A brief rush of cool air up your shirt before a hot mouth was pressing into the small of your back.

Vaggie’s eyes narrows, “and?”

“And! And. Yes.” Your eyes shut, “and take care of cleaning up after him.”

They shared a glance, “He can just make his little creatures do it.”

A surprisingly long tongue ran up your spine.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god! No! I couldn’t let my friend,” you sucked your bottom lip in as his hands wrapped around your waist and undid the button of your pants, “rely on strangers.”

Husk sighed, “Alright, just… like, call us or something? If you need anything.”

You began to nod but the door was shut and locked by Alastor before you could reply.

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Your face hit the wall as you lost balance when he pulled down your pants and panties with one yank and buried his face into your crotch. His tongue licked at the wetness pooled at your entrance.

Any moans would probably still have been heard by the other two so you tried to keep quiet. Alastor didn’t seem to care though, growling into your skin.

The fever seemed it would spread skin to skin, but when he pulled away you found your body quickly cooling. Taking a moment to breath before turning back, you wondered if you’d made a great decision or a terrible one. When you turned, Alastor was settling back into his previous spot. “I could rip the rest off of you or you could undress yourself.” He wasn’t looking at you as he said it. You made quick work of removing your shirt and returning to the bed as you had before.

"Turn around."

You turned to face the door.

"On your hands and knees."

You paused briefly, but did so.

As you bent over, little tail high and trembling, Alastor’s clawed thumbs spread open your bottom lips. Perhaps it was embarrassment or just the nerves but you were twitching open and close.

You heard a low “Fuck” before the feeling of heat dripping onto you made you jerk forward. One of his hands came to your shoulder to hold you in place, the other kept your hole open as his seed continued to dribble down onto it.

He hadn’t been trying to cum, but his body was already responding to the opportunity before it; a breedable and submissive doe. His cock trigger-happy at the sight of your pussy, inside pink and clenching.

A tiny yelp as he fell over you, joining you in an all fours position but larger body caging yours between his limbs. He laughed again when the back of your head hit him square in the chest.

“You are uselessly small.” His body rumbled over you. “Clever girl to make a deal for protection.”

A burning stiffness slid down your folds. You could feel from even how little contact he made he was too big. Was it a bad time to tell him you’d only had the one partner on earth? A rather boring but sufficient sex life. If Alastor was hoping for a sex kitten he’d be deeply disappointed in you.

He hummed imagining dropping his weight and feeling you fruitlessly squirm under him.

“Mating triggers ovulation, I recall you said. I just need to fuck you into it, right sweetheart? Maybe if I do a good enough job,” his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, “your body will actually respond. Your belly will swell with the evidence of my virility.” Both hands slipped down your hips and came to nestle above your womb, tenderly caressing the protective layer of fat there, “could your little form handle it?” Little form? Not quite. But to him everyone was little. Claws leaving faint red marks as he dragged them up your ribs, around your sides and pressed your back down to get your chest into the bed and ass in the air.

A squeak, your legs flailing with what little motion they had as you turned your head, “Well that’s for actual rabbits not--.”

His hand came over your mouth, “Shhh, there's safety in the quiet. Don’t you know? We’re most vulnerable when we mate.” On the utterance of the word you’d been avoiding to even think about Alastor’s still hard cock squeezed its way into you. Your body was willing, but your pussy wasn’t ready to accommodate him. Not that your living partner had been small, but he wasn’t a seven foot tall rutting deer demon. And with height came a girth and length you’d not anticipated. You had seen it, yes, but that didn’t translate to much once Alastor was entering you.

His hips were snapping back as soon as he sank in. It frustrated him endlessly that he wasn’t trying to fuck you with such a lack of control. He couldn’t have been sure he’d have done it any differently had the circumstances been changed, but he liked to think he’d retained some skills over the long years alone.

The way he whined made him sound like a weak man, which he was in that moment. You wanted to call out his name, do the things you were used to doing during sex, but his hand was still over your mouth.

As if he heard your thoughts, his fingers spread open over your lips. Pinky under your chin to keep his hold on you.

“Alastor,” the tenor of your voice surprised you.

“Stick out your tongue.” He sounded far away, despite being right behind you. When you did as he instructed his hand shifted. Two long fingers went into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue. Immediately his fingers and your chin was dripping with drool. He whined again, louder, the noise growing into a growl as his speed began to pick up.

You could feel the thin flesh at the bottom of your entrance stinging as it was failing to stretch enough for him. It would have bothered you more but the way his burningly hot cock's head was pressing into your cervix was making your eyes lose focus.

Without ceremony, you felt a rush of heat deep in you. Your shins lifted from the bed as you squirmed, weak attempts to escape the deep press.

His hand left your mouth and you felt it working on the base of his cock that was not yet in you. He mumbled something, it sounded like an apology, before you felt him pop the rest of himself in. You choked on your scream, not knowing what he had put in you.

It throbbed, new and stronger spurts of his seed felt against an indescribable place.

A brave hand reached between your thighs and felt at the space between your bodies—- well, would have felt at that space. But there was none. You were flush against his lap. Your fingers slid down to feel taut balls pulled up into his body.

He shivered as you traced between them, checking neither were … inside you.

“I should have warned you, but my ability to speak wasn’t—,” he waved his hand around, “available.” You tried to pull away but found you both were locked together. “A knot. Not an accurate representation of a deer… and technically useless.”

That word meant nothing to you. “Is it normal?”

His thumb pressed at the virgin tight ring of muscle just above your pussy, you instinctively jerked away but just made yourself gasp as that large knot in you threatened to further tear you if you kept it up. “I don’t normally do it so early in a mated rut.”

You surrendered, trying to relax your upper body into the bed. “How do we get it out?”

A mocking chuckle, “It’ll deflate, so to speak, in a couple minutes. It’s just keeping my little doe in place while I finish filling her up.” He patted your ass.

It was mortifying to be suck in that position.

“Have you ever used this hole?” He rubbed some of your wetness up to your asshole.

Your tail lifted, “My boyfriend didn’t like anal.”

Alastor massaged around the puckered ring, “I didn’t ask if he used his.” Your head turned to look at him, shaking it ‘no’. You noticed his face looked less strained now, and that his finger didn’t feel like a fire was just under his skin. “Ah, well. I won’t need it today anyway.”

He didn’t see the bright blush that came over your face. He spoke so easily about the topic, a topic you’d never heard him speak on before. One you’d been told he had no interest in.

An error you made, assuming a lack of interest meant a lack of knowledge or experience.

When he finally could pull himself out of you, you felt a rush of warmth down your inner thighs. Looking under you, past your chest and between your legs, you saw the thick white semen escaping from your stretched entrance.

You’d never seen such an opaque release before. You wondered if it was a hint at his…potency. You wondered more what was happening in your body at that moment.

“Will it come out on its own or do I need to clean it?” Finally sitting up, your fingers felt the mess still dripping out of you.

Alastor leaned back onto his legs, ears turning in your direction as you asked, “Is this your first time? Your little boyfriend never finished in you?”

Crossing your arms, you turned to him, “Don’t be patronizing to him. And no, okay?”

He felt the heat rising from his gut again, cock twitching at every bit of the scene before him. Insolent body language, an attempt to scold him, and an admission. You watched him sit back up, a sudden reminder how much taller he was as darkened eyes looked down on you. The blue of the fire cast half of his face in shadows. “What’s this? My obedient doe wants to defend another man in my bed?”

Your hands nervously came to the ends of your ears, “I didn’t mean it like that.” A finger twirled, telling you to turn around. You hesitated. Did he want you to leave? He didn’t want to look at you? You hadn’t—, “I’m sorry.”

With a blink, his eyes were black. His fingers longer as parts of him seems to stretch between the joints. He twirled them again as his smile grew wicked.

Desperate to show him you hadn’t wanted to upset him, that you wanted to stay, you turned around. The fear of not knowing what he would do next was sending waves of electricity to your lap. You realized you hadn’t touched yourself yet, not that this was the time to start.

One by one, those freakishly long fingers curled around the small of your waist and lifted you off the bed. The tops of your feet were sliding across the dark maroon blankets beneath you both.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as he pulled you against him. He positioned you above his renewed erection, your legs opening a little in instinct.

Grateful now to be turned around, you let your face run the full range of feelings as they washed over you. Fear, arousal, anticipation.

“What a wasteful man.” He brought you down with a painfully slow speed, head just now meeting your sticky wet hole. “He never flooded your soft cunt?” He pressed in a little easier this time, but as you sank to take him all in you felt a sting where you’d slightly torn earlier. “When he dies, I’ll be sure to find him.” Cruel. “And make him watch me breed you.” You clenched, yet another betrayal by your body.

You were reduced to gasps as he stayed stock still and moved you on and off his cock. “Am I bigger than he is?” You could feel his breath against your back as you were lifted and brought back down again slowly.

You nodded. A terrible liar, you didn’t even try to fib.

He stopped with his head barely in you.

A squirm.

“I’m sure I just didn’t hear you. Try again.”

“Yes.” You were full again as he got his answer. A creaking sound you didn’t recognize startled you.

“Do I fuck you better than him?”

Ah you understood. Your hands held at his fingers digging into your body. “Yes.” Another creaking sound as he quickened your rise and fall.

Alastor’s antlers were wide and multi-pronged as your affirmations jostled around behind his eyes. Your ‘yes’ somehow made you tighter, wetter, hotter around him. His hips started moving again to meet yours. Perhaps he his dick grown a little during his shift to a more demonic form, or maybe you enjoyed the line of questions. All he knew was you were squeezing him like your body didn’t want him to ever pull out again.

Blood dripped from his lips as he cut his own skin, through gritted teeth a final question, “Do you want my fawns?”

Your legs pressed together, you knew there was only one answer and yet you asked yourself. Did you want that? To carry his children? A moan cut through your thinking, “Yes!”

The fire roared, a response to his own reaction.

Alastor felt his mind slip under again, noticing the wild way his shadow was dancing around the walls before his senses all dulled except touch.

The bed drifted away from under his knees and the walls melted like spent candles. Just sounds echoing off space as your moans deepened. As if learning, you began to whisper ‘yes’ to yourself as you felt a building pressure in your stomach.

Every thrust into you further separated your brain from your body. Your eyes lost focus as you watched the door bounce. No, wait, you were bouncing, right? Bouncing up and down the stiff rail of Alastor’s arousal. Your head fell forward, gasping as you felt him harden further while buried deep in you. He was going to cum again, you could feel it, you would feel it. The thought made your body shake as a pressure grew steadily in you.

Not a new sensation, but a different one.

“Louder,” another thinly veiled demand from Alastor that seemed to come from somewhere else entirely. Your eyes noticed a small light on the floor near the wall. A radio, buzzing with the same crackle as his voice.

“Yes,” you ground out, his hands were slippery with sweat as his nails dug in to ensure he didn’t lose his grip on you. “Yes, yes, yes.” He brought you down entirely and only let you off a little, an unspoken fear he would release too close to your entrance and he’d lose precious seed he needed your body to receive. “Yes! Alastor!” You weren’t sure who was talking now, as it surely couldn’t be you. You’d never —

“You’re better than him. You’re bigger and stronger and and he never —- he could never…”

He was suddenly regretting the position, unable to watch you fall apart as he so lovingly spread you open.

With a shriek, your back crashed into his chest as Alastor fell backward into his pillows. He didn’t miss a beat. He continued fucking up into you but let one hand reach your clit. When you whined, he breathed into your hair, “I need you to orgasm.” Other hand pressing down on your womb, “Many cultures believed a woman couldn’t get pregnant without finding her release first. Surely it’ll take. Cum for me my doe.”

You shook your head, “Alastor that isn’t possible.” Not that you were arguing against the way his finger was rubbing up and down on your swollen clit, you just felt the need to remind him of the obvious. Your eyes wandered up and back to see the hauntingly wide antlers now. His transformed face barely visible in the shadows.

“I thought you were a good girl.” His mouth kissed at the base of your ears, hand over your womb pressing in and exaggerating the feeling of his cock bulging from under your skin. “Darling,” he groaned, “Are you ready for my knot?”

You moaned at the words. No, of course not.

“Yes,” you got quiet, embarrassed again. Your hand snaked up and behind to hold his shoulder for stability.

“Relax,” he hissed, feeling your body tensing in anticipation.

You tried your best, but between his strumming finger and the sting still at your entrance you struggled to let things go limp.

This time you felt it growing beneath you. Alastor was ready as well, pushing it in before it was swollen so large he’d have to force it or just suffer with it outside.

Lubricated with the multiple loads already fucked into and then out of you, the knot pushed past your entrance with ease. But then you felt it expanding in you. Eyes crossing as they rolled back with the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, but a little alarm was going off in the back of your brain. How could something natural feel so unnatural? And how—

Your body locked up, muscles from thighs to neck tight. Alastor’s finger hadn’t stopped, and as the second knotted release flooded you with his feverish need, as his knot trapped every drop and forced it up past your cervix you tripped into your first orgasm. Different from your own hand and toys, the build up hadn’t been a slow ratcheting climb. No, you were rolling through waves of nearly pained pleasure. The spasming forced your body to feel him even more, pulling him deeper, triggering another wave to crash into you.

Alastor wanted to praise you, a rush of hormones and ego expanding his chest but the sensations had him so overwhelmed he was manually breathing. His hand didn’t want to stop, because then the way your pussy was positively sucking him in would also end. But your little cries and moans got increasingly choked and strained.

The calm briefly offered by knotting a mate during his rut came to your rescue, Alastor dragging a still barely moving finger up your body and going slack into the pillows.

Deep breaths, both of you fighting to slow them down. Alastor was experiencing another moment of clarity, only slightly upset he had doled out so much tenderness.

But for you, there was no deep fog of a heat to numb the sensations and let the more bothersome bits of consciousness turn off. Your mind was just as clear as normal. A little lusty, but nowhere near Alastor’s altered state. As you laid against his chest, waiting for him to be able to pull out, you could feel the pains and aches setting in.

Alastor summoned a minion, food set down on his desk under a silver cloche. Your eyes caught the black and white creature before it was whisked away.

Sitting up, you flinched but fought against the pain, “Alastor. What was that?”

His hands pulled you back down by the shoulders, skin on skin, “My minion. One of many.”

Exhausted, you could only sigh, “So, the errand.”

His hands went up defensively, “Oh come now, did you really think I was the good guy?” You didn’t reply. The silence began to bother him. Odd, given he usually didn’t give a fuck.

But he’d asked a lot of you, and you agreed willingly. You did as you were told. A little twinge of concern he had actually upset you wiggled between his ribs.

His hands slipped down your waist and settled over your stomach, “…Are you hungry? If you stay like this, I can help you eat.” You took a deep breath in, but didn’t even move to look at him. He squirmed ever so slightly, “I can only assume you’re… quite sore. Perhaps a bath? But I can’t guarantee we’ll make it out much cleaner than we are now.” His smile was smaller, just lips; no teeth. As his antlers withdrew and his limbs all returned to their proper places he could turn his head enough to look at your face.

Alastor felt relief wash over him to see you deeply asleep in his arms. It wasn’t a bad idea, to sleep before the next spell hit him and he was too far gone to think about baths or meals.

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Alastor awoke in the dark. He found his hands and ankles tied behind his back, his body naked and sweating. He was on fire, pieces of himself lifting in the hot breeze and blowing away. He could feel his body fragmenting. You were just a little ways away and he tried desperately to reach out to you but as his eyes adjusted you were suddenly too far. If he could just get you to take a single piece of him, a shard of himself, he would live still. Even when the rest of him was dead and gone, he’d be alive in your hands. A raging stress, the fire now reaching his bones. It wasn’t too late. He still had time. Just a sliver of his existence was all he needed to get to you.

When you woke up, your body was at the foot of the bed. Looking over you saw Alastor lazily stroking his painfully hard erection. His gaze downcast, vision cloudy with unmet needs.

“Alastor?” With shaky arms you lifted yourself. You were hot. Was it the fire? No, before it had no heat. A little damp outline into the comforter formed where your body had been.

“You’re awake.” He reached over and grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him and rolling you onto your back. Hand still around your ankle, he pulled your leg against his chest.

“Alastor.”

He sunk into you without hesitation, hips rolling into you roughly. Your body was rocking against the bed, wood creaking against wood with the steady force of his thrusts.

It felt good. Better than before, your walls felt soft and puffy around him. Alastor’s head was low, groaning every time he bottomed out. You could see just enough past him to watch the bed canopy swaying above you both before he folded you in half and leaned fully over you.

His eyes were unfocused like his mind, staring into the bed. A large palm at either side of your head, his back curved as he angled his hips to reach deeper yet.

“I’m so hot.” You were struggling to get the words out. It felt so good, the deeper in you he reached the more you seemed to be melting away.

Your hips were lifted off the mattress, held up entirely by his cock as he continued to rut into you. He could feel the fever in you rising.

Bent and tangled together, his head was nearly above yours. He was sweating, hair stuck down and ears folded back. A bead fell from his cheek and hit your forehead. He was working so hard. Such a strong man. A strong buck.

Something in you snapped. Something twisted and burned in your belly. You brought the other leg up to let yourself be folded in half completely, and his eyes wandered to your face. Your frontal cortex was just static as the lights were shutting off in most parts of your more human faculties.

Everything got quiet in you, a deep seated feeling of security creeping up your legs and sinking into your bones. With Alastor in you, nothing bad could happen to you. If you were carrying his offspring you’d be guaranteed a new level of protection. You needed it. You wouldn’t survive if you weren’t fucked and bred by the overlord.

How could your body be wrong when the feeling was so natural? So intensely confident?

“Alastor!” Your nails dug into biceps, hands clamoring up his arms to cling onto him, “breed me, please.”

He was caught alight, mind on ablaze with his raging fever. Your plea was a magnifying glass concentrating the sun into him and sparking a wildlife. Alastor was defenseless against the way your words affected him.

He could feel it, he could smell it, your heat triggered finally. His lips caught yours as his hands slipped up the blanket with how he had to contort to reach your mouth. You moaned into him, teeth on teeth as neither of you had any ability to finesse things.

“On your knees,” he instructed. You scrambled to turn around as he briefly left your body. A desperate whine in the seconds that stretched on, the emptiness unbearable. It hurt to have him anywhere but balls deep in you.

His hands slipped around your tail that still tried to swish side to side. When he tugged you gasped, the closest sensation you had was having your hair pulled. Chills ran up your spine. You nearly fell forward, but a strong hand wrapped around your neck and pulled your head back. He lined up, adjusting his legs wider to get down to your level.

“Are you feeling it?” He nipped at your shoulder, “Your heat?”

You pushed your ass back and pressed his tip into you. The sound that tore through your chest was answer enough for him as you tried your best to move along his length all on your own.

“You’re okay,” he squeezed lightly around your neck, pussy twitching around him as lightning snapped through you. “I’ll take care of you.”

Words that made your head spin. His body on yours felt like security. Everywhere his skin touched yours was a gulp of cold water in a drought.

A cliche, as he began to move again and his cock hit your g-spot every couple thrusts, you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. His fever was matched to yours, no heat exchanged as warm and wet flesh moved around warm and wet flesh. Was that your hand or his on your stomach? Both were searing, both soft and slick. One of your hands was reaching down to hold his arm for support.

Eyes slipping shut, you imagined this was what being high felt like. You were out of your body entirely, feeling his dick slipping in and out of you from a different plane of existence. There was a sense your mouth was moving but no awareness of what you were saying. Truly just babbling as Alastor’s speed hitched. A clawed hand on your hip cut into you as he pressed deeper with every thrust.

He guided you down onto your stomach, hand now resting on your right shoulder to keep you in place. You were entirely flat, his knees parting your legs so he could get flush against your core.

His knot was in place as he began to swell. You felt it again, him flooding your womb as he released directly into your twitching cervix. A euphoria filled you so totally you were sure you could feel the cells of your body humming.

Like a cool breeze had blown down, your fevers broke nearly immediately.

“Oh,” you squeaked, Alastor’s hand releasing you as he lied on top of you. The weight of him was oddly arousing as it gave a clear comparison of your smaller size. “I think you’re right. Estrus.”

He nodded, rolling you both onto your sides, “Would you like the good news or bad news first?”

Resting your head on his extended arm, you tried getting comfortable despite the sticky feeling of your skin and the burning in your thighs, “bad news.”

“You won’t be walking straight for days.” He said it with a heavy tone of pride.

“Oh geez…,” you could feel his knot still throbbing between your hips, “The good news?”

“Your heat is going to make me even more desperate to fill you,” his free hand ran down your sides and slipped between your legs to feel where you two were connected.

You turned your head the best you could, “That’s not good news, Alastor!”

He laughed, “I lied. Oh well!”

While the good news had been a lie, the way your body’s shift into meeting Alastor’s instincts upped his feral responses was not. You nibbled on fruit and bread and cured meats in the small windows the clouds around your humanity parted.

But when they’d roll back in, a tempest of feral wants crashing into you both, you’d find yourself clinging to the deer demon.

You could have had an apple in one hand and be mid bite when his musk would reach you and your grip would loosen. With just a moan and a lifting of your hips Alastor would be dragging you closer, crawling over your body, mounting you wherever you two happened to be.

It wasn’t that you’d become confident by the end of the day, but that you’d lost all semblance of shame and embarrassment.

When Alastor pulled you onto his lap and placed your hands on his peach fuzz covered antlers, you didn’t need verbal instructions. It took all of your arm span to reach them, so you held tightly as he thrust up into you. None of his noises had been as intoxicating as the ones he made when you were leaning over him and squeezing his prongs with every jostle of your womb. Perhaps he’d lost his shame too, loud and long moans the other residents had to have heard spilling from his open mouth.

The wet slap of your ass coming back down onto his thighs as he bounced you was barely registered. Head hung low to meet his black engulfed eyes, you didn’t notice his smile was gone for the first time since you’d met him. Pinhole red pupils were locked on your face and imperceptibly roamed around your lust filled expression.

One hand reached up and rubbed the soft skin of your downturn rabbit’s ears between his thumb and index finger. Soft. Velvet.

A sensation that was wholly pleasant, not sexual in any nature but feeding the comfort provided by Alastor’s cock buried to the hilt. He wanted to enjoy the smile it gave you but he could feel his orgasm climbing exponentially.

There it was again, the darkness of your combined heat and rut slinking in. Body to body, your own sounds harmonizing with his and losing distinction. “Alastor–,” eyes drifting shut, “Please. I feel empty.” His previous loads dripping down your thighs, then down his own, and soaking into the carpet. “Fill me up. Please, can you breed me?”

His hand pulled down on your ear, “That was never in question.”

You let go of his extended prongs, arching your back to take a kiss. More. His tongue in your mouth, another hole full of Alastor. His hands both reunited on your ass and used the flesh there like handles. He fucked up into you, withholding the growing at his base, until he felt you cumming around him again. As your body sucked him in with rolling spasms, he pressed you down on his upthrust. A pained moan as it was pushed in a little late.

Lightning behind your eyelids, your mouths hanging open and pressed together.

Both of you a pile on the floor, a cold blue flame and soft music playing from the still broken radio. Uncharacteristically, Alastor’s arms wrapped around your smaller form and clung to you. The sensations were popping up one by one. Sticky skin, sweat rolling down your face, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. You’d have to peel each other apart. Which you did, eventually. When Alastor could pull out, he followed through on the bath he’d been thinking about.

You protested, reminding him you’d be soaking the floor with displaced bath water as soon as the next urge to mate came around. But he laughed, smile back in place as if it had never left, “Sweetheart if I do my job right you won’t even realize you’re not in bed until you’re knotted and knocked up.”

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He hadn’t been lying about the protective second day. But what he hadn’t anticipated was just how long that aggressive desire to keep others at a distance from you would last. While your deal had been in place for a little while before his rut, it wasn’t until after your time together in his room that it seemed to ever be used.

But you didn’t need to call out for him, like he had said. No, anytime someone even looked at you with a nasty thought, you were graced with his presence. Most people figured it out quickly enough, but occasionally new and brave idiots would approach you with trouble.

So when a tall and imposing creature cornered you in a shop, hand holding something sharp and shiny and asked, “Scared, little hare?", you could only smile as your face was lit up by a green glow and offer a little advice, “No, but you should be.”

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deadsetobsessions · 2 months ago

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The first person who asked me to put my writing on AO3, thank you for your appreciation and I'm honored to have a piece of my work considered so highly... but also count your days bc I genuinely believe my life spiraled after posting that first chapter. The curse is real, and that website is like moldavite istg.

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Tim made a miscalculation.

He wasn’t aware of the true nature of Deathstroke’s tension with his older brother until he witnessed it first hand.

Creep. He thought uncharitably, nay, spitefully.

No. Absolutely the fuck not.

He ruined Catalina’s life. Considering Deathstroke had no life, Tim will just have to go the extra step to end it. So what if the man was Ra’s former student and one of the best assassins around? Tim used to foil League plots for shits and giggles. Maybe the 8 year old Tim of old would never have considered going against a big baddie, but 24 year old Tim ran circles around bigger fish.

Tim scowled, stowing away his binoculars before shimmying down the fire escape. He counted at least three propositions! In the five minutes they were duking it out! His big brother was too bright for those losers! Maybe he could get Sandra Wu-San to do something about her fellow student? Or Tim could hit two assassins with one Robin and get David Cain to murder Deathstroke while nabbing Cass?

Ooo, he likes that idea. Maybe he'll get lucky and they'll kill each other while fighting and then Tim won't have to worry about how to keep Cain away from Tim's sister.

Bruce would have been disappointed about how cavalier his approach was in terms of preservation of life, but Tim had always thought that ideology applied to his days as a Bat-affiliated vigilante. And since Tim was an itty bitty civilian instead of an (older, taller) ass kicking vigilante, Tim has concluded that Bruce's mildly irritating morality didn't apply to him in his current state. Besides, it wasn't like he was an angel during his tenure as Robin anyways.

"Guess I gotta embezzle some more money." Tim grimly put his backpack to his front and ran to catch the first bus home. Too bad. Deathstroke had proven useful.

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David Cain leaned against a transport cargo box, breathing heavily from wounds. His commission was done, and the amount promised would allow him to buy an island and then some. His fellow student laid at his feet. His bank account was fuller than Ra's, he was sure.

He never sees the tranquilizer dart coming.

And really, Tim’s had enough experience to hide the mark from the dart and more than enough to murder the man and make it seem like he bled out.

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“Odd.”

“Tell me about it.” Nightwing crouched, his sparkly costume hidden partially in the shadows. “Why’d they have to duke it out here?” He whined. Honestly, he’s been down in the dumps with what happened to Jason but having Deathstroke dead and gone for good was a balm to his soul.

“Hn.” It’s true. Bruce knew that it was weird Ra’s al Ghul’s students would murder each other like this. He searched the bodies, lifting up a burner phone and a bunch of weapons.

“Can’t you say something other than monosyllabic grunts, B?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to?”

“…No.” Bruce made a funny and seemed rather proud of himself.

Duck stared at him. He lifted a hand, watching Bruce’s face fall into dread.

Dick pulled the zipper down on the top of his costume down to his navel, flaring the collar and exposing his mesh covered chest.

“No.”

“Fuck you.” Dick flips away, leaving a despondent Batman behind with two dead bodies.

In the distance, the girl who would be come Cassandra Cain took the hands of a boy who would become here brother.

Tim Drake grinned, like an adorable, blood frenzied baby shark.

#new timline who’s this?#Tim Drake #time traveling tim drake #time travel fix it #Tim Drake murdering people left and right #in his defense he was left unsupervised #but cass is here now which means no more murder for Tim #but he got to murder people #as a little treat #dick Grayson #Dick Grayson: so you think you’re funny huh? watch this #and then he turns of disco mode

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greengoblinswifey · 3 months ago

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Lenses and Lust—Fratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— Nicholas despises his new glasses, he sees them as an inconvenience and doesn’t like how he looks them on. You think the opposite and reassure him that he’s just as irresistible with them on by riding him and sitting on his face and he finds himself seeing things differently. based on this request.

warnings— insecurity, sub!nicholas, praise kink, hair pulling, face sitting/oral, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff, L bombs.

Nicholas sat at the edge of his bed, running a hand through his messy hair as he reluctantly put on his glasses. He muttered under his breath, “I hate these stupid things.”

You, lying comfortably on your side, propped up on one elbow, couldn’t resist staring at him. His jawline was sharp, his shoulders broad, and those glasses? They did something to you. You didn’t understand why he hated them so much when they made him look like a hot professor who belonged in some forbidden fantasy.

“Y’know,” you started, “you look fine as fuck with those on.”

Nicholas shot you a skeptical look, adjusting the glasses on his nose. “Yeah, right. I look like a damn nerd.”

You sat up, crawling across the bed until you were right in front of him. Reaching out, you cupped his face and tilted it so he was looking directly at you. “A nerd? Baby, you look like the sexiest man alive, and I’m not even exaggerating.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth forming into a small smirk. “You’re just saying that because you’re my girlfriend.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true,” you said, straddling his lap without hesitation. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently just to see that flicker of fire in his eyes. “Do you know how hard it is to focus when you’re walking around looking this good? And now, with the glasses? Nick, it’s not even fair.”

“You’re playing,” he said, though his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer.

“Am I?” You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Then why am I literally begging you to fuck me with them on?”

He groaned, his head falling back slightly. “You’re something else,” he murmured, his grip tightening on your hips.

“And you love me,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

He tilted his head back up, looking at you through the frames. “You’re seriously turned on by these?”

“Deadass,” you replied, tugging at his t-shirt to get it off him. “You could wear them every day, you should, and I’d still climb you like a tree.”

Nicholas chuckled, the sound deep and raspy as he helped you pull his shirt off. “You’re lucky you’re beautiful.”

“I know,” you retorted, grinding your hips against him. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing, as he watched you with those glasses perched perfectly on his face.

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a teasing tone. “If I keep them on, you better make it worth my while.”

“Oh, I will,” you promised, crashing your lips against his. His glasses pressed against your face, and you didn’t care one bit.

Nicholas didn’t hold back after that. His hands roamed over your body, his lips leaving trails of kisses along your neck, and all the while, his glasses stayed on. You pulled him in for another kiss, his hands resting firmly on your hips as you pressed closer to him. His lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger, and the way his hands gripped you sent shivers down your spine.

You pulled back slightly, your breath shaky. “How about I ride your face, baby?” you whispered.

Nicholas’ face turned a deep shade of red, and he blinked at you from behind his glasses, caught off guard. “W-wait, like t-this?” he stammered, gesturing between you and himself.

“Yes, like this,” you teased, your lips curving into a smile. “You look so hot like this. I need you.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, but his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up as his confidence grew.

You chuckled softly, lifting your arms so he could pull your top off. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes, his hands skimming over your bare skin as he muttered, “Seeing you naked never gets old.” His gaze roamed over you, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose as he admired you.

“Lie back,” you instructed softly.

Nicholas didn’t hesitate, leaning back onto the bed, his head resting against the pillows. His glasses caught the light, and the sight of him looking up at you made your heart race.

You climbed over him, positioning yourself above his face. He reached up, steadying you with his hands on your thighs. His voice was barely a whisper. “You’re so beautiful and so wet,” he said, his breath warm against your skin.

Before you could respond, he leaned forward and pulled you flat onto his mouth, his lips met your pussy, and all coherent thought disappeared. He was thorough, his tongue working with a precision that had you gripping the headboard for support.

“Nick,” you gasped, your voice breaking as he hummed in response, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he devoured you like you were the only thing that could satisfy his primal hunger.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against you between breaths, his voice deep.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently as you whimpered. “You’re so good at this—I can’t.”

“Don’t hold back,” he said, his voice muffled. His words were a command, and the lust in his gaze through the slightly fogged lenses of his glasses made you lose whatever restraint you had left.

Your pussy throbbed and you squirted into his mouth, trembling as he held you steady, continuing lapping at the liquid that flowed from you until you couldn’t take any more. Finally, you lifted yourself up, your breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Nicholas lay there, glasses a bit askew and lips glistening, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “You’re the most amazing girlfriend anyone could ever dream of,” he said, his voice low and shaky.

He was still catching his breath when you leaned over him, your fingers brushing back the soft strands of his hair. He had slipped out of his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers, and his back was pressed against the headboard. His glasses rested slightly crooked on his nose, and he looked at you with satisfaction.

You straddled his lap, smoothing your hands over his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell under your touch. “You’re so handsome, sweetheart,” you murmured.

His lips quirked into a shy smile, and he let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know about that with these on.”

You tilted his chin so he was looking directly at you, your thumb brushing across his jaw. “You are, Nick. I need you to see yourself the way I see you. You're perfect,” you whispered.

His hands found your waist, steadying you as you shifted closer. “You’re going to kill me with all these compliments,” he said, his heart fluttering.

You leaned in, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, “Baby, I need you again. I need to ride you.”

He froze for a moment, his hands tightening on your hips. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You pulled back to look into his eyes, nodding. “I’ve never been more serious.”

With his consent clear, you slipped his boxers off, and he helped you position yourself over his hard cock. His breath hitched as you sank down onto him slowly, and the way he filled you made your head spin.

“God, you’re so big, you feel so good,” you breathed, your hands resting on his shoulders as you began to ride him.

Nicholas gripped your waist, his gaze locked on you as if you were the only thing in the world. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I love you.”

You leaned forward, rolling your hips and cupping his face as you whispered, “I love you too, Nick.”

His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, the kind that said more than words ever could. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, your moans, and the quiet praises you exchanged. You could practically feel him in your guts as you switched from grinding to bouncing, your tits moving in his face as you did. Each time you lifted yourself, you felt him drag across your walls, every vein memorizing your tight pussy.

“You’re doing so well,” he moaned, his head tipping back against the headboard. “You feel incredible.”

“And you,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging again as you bounced on his dick, “are everything I’ve ever wanted.”

The tension built between you, the pace quickening as your bodies moved in sync. You rode him like you were proving a point. And you were. You were showing him just how attractive he was—just how attracted you were to him, glasses or not—and even more so with them on. You stared into his eyes through the frames, your jaw agape and his face contorted in pleasure as your pussy squeezed around him tightly.

His eyes darted from your face, to your tits, to your pussy moving up and down gripping his cock.

“Oh fuck, you’re riding me so good. Fucking gripping me like you don’t want to let go. I need to cum. Please let me cum,” he whined.

“You’ve been such a good boy, so handsome, everything I could ever ask for. Cum with me sweetheart, cum inside me,” you murmured.

Pressing your forehead against his, you stared at his face as you felt his cock throb inside you. Together, moaning each other’s names, you came, your bodies convulsing. Your fingers dug into his back, feeling his warm cum fill you up and you bit back a loud moan as you creamed all over his cock.

“Nick,” you whispered, your forehead resting against his as you both caught your breath.

“You’re amazing baby, utterly amazing,” he whispered back, his voice shaky.

When the high subsided, he gently pulled you into his arms, lying back against the pillows as he held you close. His fingers traced idle patterns along your spine. “I just want to hold you now,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nuzzled closer, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. “I’ll never complain about that,” you murmured, wrapping your arm around him.

After a moment, he broke the silence. “Thank you,” he said, his voice hesitant.

“For what?”

“For all of this. For being patient with me. I was a little insecure about the glasses and everything. I thought they’d make me look—”

“Stop,” you interrupted, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You have no idea how hot you look in them. I don’t ever want to hear you putting yourself down again, okay? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His lips curved into a small smile, and he kissed your forehead. “You really mean that?”

“Every word,” you said firmly, brushing your fingers through his hair again. “I love you Nicholas. Don’t forget that.”

He chuckled, pulling you tighter against him. “How could I ever forget? I love you more.”

“Glasses Nicholas is undefeated.”

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, nothing else mattered.

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redisthenewblue · 3 months ago

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TINKER-Twisted Wonderland x Tinkerbell!Yuu/Fem!Reader Part 4

Part 3 Part 5

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The fairy stirred in her sleep, tossing and turning because of the relentless knocking echoing through the night.

“Who’s knocking at this hour?” The girl rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit frantic.

She rolled off her bed and landed on the cold floor with a thud. [Name] groaned as she hit the ground. “Whoever’s out there is gonna get it,” she muttered, dusting off her nightgown and slipping on her fuzzy slippers before quietly making her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she spotted sparks of blue fire and a tuft of black hair.

“Who the heck is here at this hour?” Yuuken grumbled, clearly annoyed.

“That's what I was thinking,” [Name] said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

“It’s me, Ace! Just let me in, okay?” Ace’s muffled voice called from outside the door. Yuuken and [Name] sighed, and she turned the knob, flinging the rickety door open to reveal the boy sporting an obnoxious collar.

“Ace? It’s the middle of the night! W-what is that collar?!” Grim exclaimed, staring at the boy in disbelief.

“I can’t go back to Heartslabyul House. I’m joining your dorm. For good,” Ace said, leaning against the wall defiantly.

“No way?! I’d recognize that collar anywhere. It’s the same one that psycho put on me at orientation! What did you do to end up with that?” Grim asked, raising an eyebrow at Ace, who simply shook his head.

“I ate a tart.”

“You… ate a tart?” Yuuken echoed, his disbelief evident.

“Seriously?” [Name] blinked, struggling to wrap her head around the idea that someone would get collared for a tart. She burst into laughter, falling back and clutching her stomach. Ace looked annoyed; he was hoping for at least a little sympathy.

“Could you maybe stop laughing?” Ace mumbled, looking down in embarrassment. “I was a bit hungry, so I went to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge. Three whole tarts! And they were huge!”

[Name] finally calmed down from her laughter.

“And... now here I am.”

“So... you’re both terrible? The dorm leader sounds worse than [Name]!” Grim chimed in.

[Name] shot Grim a look that clearly said, ‘You better watch it.’

“You don’t think it’s crazy for my magic to be sealed away just for eating ONE slice of tart?! For a mage, that’s like being tied up and unable to move! And there were three whole tarts! THREE! It’s not like he could eat them all by himself! Come on, you know this is messed up!” Ace fumed.

“I guess...?” Yuuken hesitated, unsure.

“I’d be just as mad if someone had taken my food,” [Name] shrugged.

“What kind of wishy-washy answer is that?! And seriously, [Name], you’re supposed to be on my side!” Ace protested.

“Yeah, but… I mean, if there were three of them, they were probably meant for a party. Maybe it was someone’s birthday or something? Look at me, I’m like a master detective!” Grim puffed out his chest proudly.

“A birthday party, huh…?” Ace mused.

“That would make sense,” Yuuken added quietly.

“Man… I thought you guys would be more sympathetic! I’m a victim of the housewarden’s tyranny here!” Ace lamented.

“Glad I didn’t end up in that dorm! I’d hate to be in your shoes,” [Name] teased the orange-haired boy.

“But you stole food! That’s not cool!”

“For once, I’m with the furball on this one!” [Name] agreed, her wings jingling in excitement.

“Stealing food is a serious offense,” Yuuken chimed in.

“Aw, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Tomorrow, you need to go apologize,” Yuuken suggested, finally straightening up and returning to his serious demeanor.

“You don’t mess with another guy’s meal… Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me!”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re getting that… You didn’t need it anyway.” The fairy poked at Grim’s furry belly with her foot.

“Okay, okay! I get that I should apologize. But you’re coming with me, [Name] and Yuuken. This was your idea, after all.”

“Fair enough,” Yuuken nodded. [Name] was taken aback. Why was she being dragged into this mess?!

“Huh?! I didn’t even—”

“Anyway, do you have a place for me to crash tonight?” Ace interrupted.

“You were serious about that? Outside of my bedroom, this whole dump is covered in dust. So if you want to crash, you better start cleaning!” [Name] said.

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, [Name]. I’m really slim. I won’t take up much space.” He nudged her, but she just stared back, causing him to pout.

“You wish.” [Name] turned her back to the boys and marched back to her room.

“Well, fine. The sofa it is. Night!”

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[Name] was totally in love with her uniform. She fiddled with the cute bow tie before adjusting her socks, admiring her reflection and giving herself a little spin. Then she paused, blinking as she pressed her skirt down in embarrassment, slowly turning around to check herself out.

“[Name], are you—” Yuuken stood at the door, his jaw hanging open. The girl’s usual glow turned a deep shade of red, a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“GET OUT! WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOCK?!” she screeched.

“Yes, ma’am!” Yuuken quickly slammed the door shut, leaving [Name] to calm her nerves.

“Oh my sevens,” she groaned, patting her face with her hands. “I just want to jump off a bridge right now.”

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“Move it! Out of the way! Night Raven College student coming through! Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It’s way better than the one you’re stuck with! You know, the one that keeps you from using magic? But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!”

“You’re so humble, Grim!” [Name] shot back sarcastically.

“I think he’s suffered enough, Grim,” Yuuken added.

“Grrrr! Trust me, Grim, once I get my magic back, you’re the first one I’m coming for!” Ace shot back, glaring at the cat.

“Didn’t the headmage JUST tell you yesterday to cut out the incidents? Besides, you won’t be able to participate in class if you can’t use magic. So why not just apologize to the housewarden? It’s a small price to pay to get that collar off,” Deuce advised.

“Aaaaargh! I hate this so! SO! Much!” Ace growled, yanking at the collar around his neck in frustration.

“I hate your whining more than you hate that collar,” [Name] said, casting an irritated glance at him.

“Hmm. You know, we still have some time to kill before class starts. I’m kinda curious about the other dorms. Guess I’ll go check them out while you do the whole groveling thing,” Grim said, tapping his chin with his paw.

“Since when did this turn into a field trip?!” Ace groaned.

“Field trip? More like a break! The boys have been staring at me like I have three heads.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re the only girl in the school?! Plus, you’re like the size of a magic pen!” Grim teased, poking her leg.

“I may be the only girl in the school, but I’m not the only girl in the world! And, for the record, I’m considered tall by tinker fairy standards!” The fairy’s wings flared up bright red as she turned around and flicked fairy dust at Ace and Grim.

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“Wow, this place is seriously nice! It’s like a whole different world compared to our cramped little dorm,” Grim said, taking in the surroundings with wide eyes.

“Hey, our dorm’s just a little rough around the edges, okay?” Yuuken chimed in, almost trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

“Yeah, ‘a little rough’ is putting it lightly,” [Name] added with a smirk as she trailed behind Ace and Deuce towards the garden.

“Yesss! Time to get my paint on!” a voice suddenly called out from the garden.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Grim said, surprised.

“They’ve got to be all red, or it’s ‘off with my head!’” the mystery boy shouted back.

“Wait, I feel like I’ve heard this somewhere…” Yuuken murmured to himself as he processed the boy’s words.

[Name] shot Yuuken a confused glance. “Did you take something while I was napping?”

“Huh...? You guys need something?” The orange-haired boy paused his painting to look over at the group.

“What exactly are you doing?”

[Name] facepalmed at the obviousness of the question. I mean, come on, with the red splatters everywhere and a paintbrush in hand, it was pretty clear.

“Are you serious? I'm painting these roses red, obviously.”

“Why on earth would you do that?!”

Deuce had a point; why change something that already existed? This dorm was definitely quirky.

The orange-haired boy just chuckled. “Ah ha ha! So clueless, you really put the ‘n’ in newbie! Hold up, I know you guys! You’re the ones who shattered that billion-thaumark chandelier and almost got kicked out! And you—” he pointed at [Name], “—you’re the cute girl everyone’s been talking about!”

[Name] couldn’t help but feel a little flattered. Maybe she was kinda cute after all. She smiled at him, making her fellow first years stare in disbelief.

“Wow, you are cute. Especially when you smile,” Ace said with a snicker, only for [Name] to grab him by the collar and push him back, her expression turning neutral again.

“Oh, knock it off,” [Name] rolled her eyes.

“And you! You’re the one who scarfed down the housewarden’s tart that night! You guys are like, the hottest topic on campus! I need to get in on this fame train. Mind if I grab a quick selfie? I’ll tag you all on Magicam!”

“I’m Deuce Spade.”

“Ace.”

“I'm Grim, and that’s my sidekick, Yuuken.”

“[Name],”

“Uploaded! Awesome! Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, by the way. I’m a junior here at Heartslabyul. Just call me Cater or Cay-Cay if you’re feeling wild! So nice to meet ya!” Cater flashed a peace sign.

“Nice to meet you too,” Yuuken said, trying to keep it together.

“Wait, you’re the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? I can’t believe you live there! It looks like a total wreck on Magicam. No filter could save that place!”

“Hey, all you’ve done is throw shade at us!”

“Whoops, my bad! I’m losing track of time! The party’s tomorrow, and if we’re not ready, it’s ‘off with my head!’ So, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?” Cater called out, referring to the first years as “kids,” which made [Name] fidget a bit, her wings twitching defensively.

“Uh, why exactly are you doing that?” Ace asked, puzzled.

“Because red roses are way more Instagrammable! Or... something like that? Then I have to get everything ready for the big croquet tournament, which means I need to paint all the flamingos too.” Cater sighed dramatically.

“Wait, why are you painting flamingos?!” [Name] exclaimed, fairy dust fluttering around from her outburst.

“Now it’s all coming together, Ace! That tart you munched on must’ve been for the housewarden’s birthday, which is why he flipped out!” Deuce said, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.

“Hm? Oh, no, it’s not Riddle's birthday,” Cater replied, leaving everyone even more confused.

“It’s not? Then whose birthday is it?” Ace asked, scratching his head.

“It’s no one’s birthday. Tomorrow is our dorm’s traditional unbirthday party! It’s this special tea party we throw when nobody has a birthday—if the housewarden feels like it,” Cater explained.

“And why do you even do that?” Ace pressed on.

“More questions! Listen, I need these roses to be red, like, yesterday! Can’t you guys help out with some magic or something? Oh wait, Ace is on magical house arrest and Yuuken’s just a regular guy, so you three will have to stick to paint.”

“Recolor the roses with magic,” Deuce repeated, trying to wrap his head around it.

“Never done that before, can’t say it sounds easy.”

“Same here,” [Name] added.

“Chill, it’ll be fine! You got this! Just try to do it before I lose my head, okay? Thanks!” And with that, Cater dashed off, leaving the first years in a whirlwind of confusion.

Taglist✨: @itwaszzmoon , @brights-place

Sorry for the short chapter😓 Thank you for reading💚

#Twst #Twisted Wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland x reader #tinkerbell!yuu✨

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thatpinkbetch · 2 months ago

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I don't give a fuck if Valentine's Day is over.

I wrote this after going back to look at this beautiful piece by herbarimoon one too many times :)

AU where cupids are angels that are given human assignments to help them fall in love, and Midoriya's first case is Bakugou Katsuki.

As if finding someone for this difficult human to fall in love with wasn't hard enough, it just had to be the one Midoriya had a soft spot for. As a fledgling angel, he loved to watch humans from above the clouds, but his favorite of all was the bratty blonde man that secretly feeds his scraps to kittens in alleyways and strives to be the best at everything he does.

Midoriya wants to find the perfect partner for this man. He searches high and low, until he's found him! Someone that could love his beloved human enough, and someone his human could love in return. And yet, when push comes to shove, and it's time to fire, he messes up the shot and the arrow gets lodged into Bakugou's heart. For it to work, the arrow has to shoot through his chest. What's even worse is, with this magic love arrow stuck in his heart, Bakugou can now see Midoriya, and the other cupids. And he's fucking pissed.

"Are you kidding me? You had one fucking job and you can't even do that right? You stupid fucking Deku!"

Midoriya promises that he will fix this. He looks for the man that he planned to be Bakugou's partner, but he can't find him anymore! Where did he go?

Meanwhile, Bakugou's upset as all hell. What the fuck is this? Is this fucking real? No way in hell is he going to be set up to fall in love. If he's going to fall in love, it will be because he chooses the fucker. Midoriya has to drag him kicking and screaming to find his future partner. People stare after him likes he's crazy, since they can't see the angel holding his wrist and pulling him along.

Try as he might, Midoriya can't find the perfect match again. Well... They'd have to keep trying. What a mess he's gotten himself into.

Bakugou doesn't fucking know what to do. This fuck ass angel keeps following him around, into his home, to his work, hovering over him worried and shit. And on top of that, he's got this arrow sticking out of him. He won't admit it to the idiot, but it hurts. It hurts to put his clothes on, even though the arrow phases through them. It hurts when he wasn't even thinking about it, a dull throbbing in his chest. Because obviously it would hurt to have something stuck in your heart. But fuck that bastard. He doesn't have to know shit about him. Like hell he'd fall in love with whatever random fucker Deku assigned to him. He can deal. He can figure his own way out of this. Apparently they can't just pull out the arrow, otherwise his heart might be damaged beyond repair - meaning he won't be able to fall in love afterwards. He doesn't actually believe that; not until he tries to tug on it at night when the angel is sleeping on his couch and it hurts like a motherfucker.

Fine, okay, this is going to take some time. He just doesn't really get why... There's this nagging sensation in the back of his mind... Why there is something familiar about this angel guy...

Shenanigans ensue. Obviously. Bakugou looks kind of strange half the time, sometimes talking to someone that isn't there. But it's only when he goes to his parents house for something or other, and he sees a picture of himself from childhood. There, beside him, his old friend who drowned in the river when they were kids. It looks just like this fucker that's been harassing him and sleeping on his couch and consuming all of his sweets because even though he doesn't need them, he still has a sweet tooth (and, well, Bakugou could speak up more if it really pissed him off...)

That night he shows Midoriya the picture, and Midoriya is stunned. That is him. Truly. But...he doesn't remember that. It's kind of freaky. Bakugou can tell that it freaks him out, too. And that's when he starts to suspect.

When Midoriya sleeps that night, he dreams of being a child, of playing with his best friend. His best friend, who is the coolest in the whole world, the strongest, the bravest. Going out to play one day when it's raining and his friend... Ka... Ka... His friend stayed home that day. And he slips on the log they used to cross all the time and plummets to the waters below... It's dark, and so, so cold...

He wakes up with a gasp and a splitting headache. Midoriya tries to recall his earliest memory, but the further back he goes, the foggier it gets. No one can really remember their first day alive, their beginning, can they? But he remembers the heavens, a life that feels so long ago, though its only been weeks. He was a bit of an outcast up there, longing constantly for the humans, for one in particular...

That morning, Bakugou studies him silently, but doesn't speak, which is fine, because Midoriya doesn't feel like speaking, either.

They're in that same park, the one where Bakugou first saw him. They're sitting on the bench together, strangely silent. Normally they bicker; Midoriya points out people and asks Bakugou about them, if he's interested, and Bakugou proceeds to tell him all the ways he hates them. Why Bakugou always agreed to sit with him and watch, he could not explain. But today, Midoriya is quietly focused.

Suddenly, he shoots up and grabs Bakugou's hand, pulling him along. There! There he is! The man Midoriya paired him with originally. And Bakugou finally gets a good look at him. Crap! He's his type... He looks at Midorya's excited face, seeing the cupid looking only at their target, and Bakugou frowns. Yeah, okay, maybe he kind of gets Bakugou after all.

"Keep your eyes on him!"

Bakugou digs his heels into the ground.

"The hell is that? You think I could fall for somebody like that? Look at his shitty hair! He looks like an idiot!"

Midoriya stares at him, the excitement slowly draining from his face until he is crestfallen. Oh well. Looks like stupid Deku is going to have to take the time to find him someone else. Shame.

Before either of them can say anymore, Bakugou's face crumples in pain, and he falls to his knees. He hadn't wanted to tell the angel about his pain, but it was getting worse as time went on. He was pretty damn good at ignoring it, but it floods his chest right then, along with a bunch of regrets he'd been holding back for longer than he could remember.

Midoriya follows him down, panicking now. How could he have not noticed! Of course Bakugou would have been in pain this whole time. Humans can't handle long exposure to magic like that, and this arrow had been pumping him full of it for a month now! How he had lasted this long was a miracle already, but he'd never complained, so Midoriya never realized...

"Kacchan, Kacchan please-" where had that name come from? "Please, tell me, just tell me someone-" he looks around at the people in the park, some looking curiously at the man crouching, but Bakugou grips his wrist and holds his gaze.

"Dumbass..." He croaks out. "I don't want anybody else." Then he falls onto his back and the crowd around them gasps. There's screams and calls for an ambulance, but Midoriya is too shocked to notice the commotion. Anybody else...

There are tears in his eyes that he doesn't even feel as he straddles Bakugou. Nobody can see him, or the arrow sticking out of the fallen man's chest. So they can't see it when Midoriya, with his determined gaze, places his hands around the end of the shaft, looking down into Bakugou's eyes, so open and revealing, and he pushes down.

The sound Bakugou makes hurts his own heart, but he doesn't stop. He pushes the arrow through him, slowly, steadily, watching Bakugou gasp and cry, and then reach up and hold his hands and guide them in while he looks directly at Midoriya.

It was his own fault this was painful. If he'd just shot straight, it would've gone clean through. But perhaps there was a part of him that hadn't wanted that shot to work out. A part that had betrayed his trained accuracy. As he holds Bakugou's pained gaze, he takes full responsibility for it, pushing the arrow through and soaking in every wince and tear. He embraces his own selfishness; he wants this heart for his own.

When it's through, they both gasp. The arrow disappeared. And Bakugou... Well, aside from the deep, heaving breaths, and the tears he's blinking away, he looks just like normal. When he sits up, that's when Midoriya notices the crowd around them. And for some reason, they seem to be staring at him.

"Idiot." He looks at the sound of Bakugou's voice and sees him smirking at him. "They can see you now, Izuku."

Midoriya never told him that name. Midoriya hadn't known it himself. But the second Bakugou gives it to him, he feels it fit like a glove. The people around them murmur, saying, "He saved him, thank god..."

Midoriya doesn't know what they saw, or what they think they saw, but he knows what they're about to see. He dives forward and kisses the man beneath him still, and Bakugou holds the back of his neck as he lets him.

He never regains the memories from his childhood - those were swept away by the river. But his heart could never forget. He always wondered if that arrow ever actually worked - nothing feels any different between them. Kacchan loves him just the same.

Though, there is one thing that changes. He's human now (again) his powers stripped from him for falling in love with an assignment. Maybe it's for the best. He was never really good at this cupid business anyway.

#bnha #bkdk #bakudeku #mha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #my writing #not really a fic more so a description of a fic but eh #im imagining a sort of 80's romcom esque vibe to this whole thing #maybe because im listening to 80's songs right now #but you see the vision yeah?#anywayssss please check out herbarimoon their art is INCREDIBLE :)#im sure this is a bit different than what they had in mind haha

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legobiwan · 9 months ago

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We need to talk about this. And I'm going to start right off with a contentious claim:

Ford was willing to gamble the fate of his entire dimension to feed his ego and insecurities and Bill had him pegged from Square One.

This sounds like a harsh statement. It kind of is. When we first meet Ford in the show, all we end up learning from him is that restarting the Portal was dangerous and could (and did) create a rift that would open the door for Bill and his gang to end the world. And Ford pins this entirely on Stanley, excoriating him for not listening to his warnings in the journals and doing whatever he wanted, like a set of monkeys flinging shit at walls until he happened to get it correct.

Ford is a highly unreliable narrator. After all, as Stan rightfully said, who built the portal in the first place?

But we need to go deeper.

In Journal 3, Ford speaks to the necessity of hiding his journals, which he - to be quite honest - does a crappy job of. Why keep two out of the three journals in Gravity Falls, a mere hair's breath from the actual Portal, which for some mysterious reason, Ford has declined to - you know - actually destroy? Why bury the Journals near an elementary school with children - children who tend to be curious creatures and can and will find a way to discover what they shouldn't? Why call on your estranged brother who you claim to despise as an absolute last resort? Ford's narrative, if you really start to analyze it, makes zero sense. And it makes zero sense because it's an edifice, a personal mythology meant to be a bulwark against the horrible truth of Ford's motivations.

"I've stared at the fire, journals in hand, for hours. I just can't do it. The knowledge in here could be a gift to mankind, the portal's potential limitless. Am I really going to destroy it all just out of spite? No, I won't give HIM the satisfaction. Instead of destroying my work, I'll find a way to DESTROY BILL INSTEAD. If Cipher has a weakness, I'll find it. I'll outsmart the devil yet! He may be a god, but I am a scientist."

Ford could have ended this thirty years ago if his ego hadn't gotten in the way. All he had to do was burn the journals and destroy the portal, just like every other human Bill tried to con over the years. How much did Ford actually care about the end of the world as much as he cared about Bill's betrayal and losing his earth-shattering (quite literally) research?

He didn't. And given this, is it a surprise that Bill, when he finally was able to breach dimensions and start Weirdmaggedon, still placed bets that Ford would join him in the end? The man who said, "Fuck the universe, I need everyone to know I was right."

This isn't about the possible apocalypse. Ford doesn't make one, single mention of that here, doesn't seem to give one fuck if the world burns, as long as he can prove himself to be better than Bill and better than everyone who doubted him for all his life.

And this is why, I am certain, that when Bill perused Ford's possible futures, a large majority ended up with Ford turning to the dark side, as it were.

There's a reason Ford pulled these journal pages. They don't fit his self-constructed narrative of the heroic martyr who wants to save the world. Ford edits his own story again and again, pushing everyone away so they won't see just how insecure and absolutely desperate for validation he is.

Sound like someone we know? Maybe a yellow triangle who literally outlines the steps to denial in his teenage angst journal?

Bill, in essence, promised Ford the universe. Yes, literally, but also the universe in terms of what Ford always wanted - recognition and revenge. Ford, by not destroying the Portal or his journals, didn't 100% reject this proposal, even if that equivocation was subconscious. It's why - I think - Bill feels Ford's just put him "on read" after he fell through the Portal (according to Alex Hirsch).

Ford's going to have to come to terms with this. Maybe he did during his time in the Portal. We have no idea how much Ford did or didn't mellow while being stuck on the other side of the universe, although we do know a) he still holds a massive grudge against his brother and b) Bill is still able to play him like a lyre when he asks about the equation to pop the bubble around Gravity Falls. (And I do not for one second believe that Ford was trying to buy time when he admits that "Of course, a simple equation could collapse the barrier," when Bill questions him about it. Ford needs to prove that he knows the answer, that he figured it out, that he's a scientist and outsmarted a god. Again, if the kids and Stan hadn't come to Ford's rescue, it's very hard to say where Ford would have landed in the end).

The thing is, there's a part of Ford that realizes he's being an ass, that he needs someone. We see this with Bill, obviously, with Fiddleford in the ways Ford runs so incredibly hot and cold with the man (I need you, no I don't need you) - with Stan, who is a last resort but the only person Ford trusts enough to summon to Oregon. Because Ford didn't need Stan to destroy the journals or the portal - but he needed someone, maybe he needed a dollar-store Bill in his life, maybe he just needed someone to reach out like that. Ford fucks it up, wildly, as he can't let his ego go and allow Stan (who is being extremely practical, if bitter) to burn the journals like Ford should have weeks previous.

And well, we all know how that turned out.

What I'm curious about - and what I think needs to be covered more in fandom - is how Ford deals with all of this post-Weirdmaggedon. He's obviously in contrition mode at this point, swinging wildly to this penitent, self-abusing figure who will claim fault for the tiniest infraction.

That's not going to last him long. The type of change and self-reflection Ford needs is not going to come overnight. At some point, his uglier tendencies are going to rear their head on the Stan O'War and Stan is going to have to weather the blowback (or just throw his brother overboard). One might say Ford himself needs a little time the Theraprism, as he nearly consigned his own reality to damnation just like Bill did.

I love Ford. I adore Ford. He is so, so, so complicated. But ohhh boi, Fordsy, do you have issues with a Capital "I".

#hello there #stanford pines #bill cipher #stanley pines #ford #ooooooh ford #you and bill were meant for each in the most self-destructive way possible #they are both DISASTER beings at their core #i need to write the fics i want to read apparently #UGH #and this isn't even getting into stan #who has his own microfiche archive of issues #UGH THIS SHOW WHYYYYYYY

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writteninlunarlight-years · 6 months ago

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Tears to Shed

This is based on Tears to Shed from the Corpse Bride. Where Alastor accidentally marries the reader. The only problem is Alastor doesn't want to marry anyone. TW: Angst, Hurt, Sorrow, Illusions to Suicide but you can't die in hell unless it's angelic steel; Alastor is well Alastor, Mimzy is Alastors partner in this. <I am open to writing a part 2 if yall like this> @willowaudreykeyes helped me edit!

The day Alastor slipped the ring onto your finger seemed to shake the whole world with the weight of fated lovers. He was a striking figure, with caramel skin glinting beneath the sun, eyes alight, and a vigorous appetite for power and immortality. But beneath the surface, a shadow lingered: his heart was not free but tied to Mimzy, that star of the city, resplendent with the possibilities of influence and status among humans.

But in that very moment, as your eyes caught the gleam of the ring, you could almost think he chose you. You were, after all, wearing his ring, and he had said those vows with such passion as if some unseen force bound your destinies.

But then time unraveled, and the truth trickled in like a cold, silent mist: Alastor wanted neither you nor Mimzy. He wanted to be free and live a life unencumbered by chains called commitment. He wanted power and to be feared above all others in his realm.

You had been heartbroken, perched up on the roof of a falling building in Hell, looking out at the fire spreading to the horizon. Never a fan of red and black, you'd always enjoyed blue and silver. The licks of flames danced like lost souls, taunting your self-worth.

You did, indeed, feel the gravity of your life in that moment-the corpse bride, once a loving beauty, now a demon cloaked by yearning and solitude: Alastor had brought one spark of hope into your heart only to cast it down into the dark. The pain of betrayal and the weight of your new existence as a demon were crushing you, threatening to consume the last remnants of your humanity.

You remembered that cold, starless night when he slid the ring onto your finger. For the beat of a moment, you were complete, while today, you are the broken pieces of what you once were: a beautiful woman full of life and a longing to be loved. But now, the truth stared you in the face: he was trapped, and you were the specter haunting his every step, it would appear.

You'd found Alastor begging for Mimzy's help only hours before. The scene had played like an echo in your mind, a foreign sound that twisted your insides. You'd seen it in his eyes, heard it in the shake of his voice. Beneath the bluster of a power-hungry fool, he was just a man desperate to be free of the tethers of a promise he had never wanted to make. And you, you were the one who had been used as a pawn in their twisted game of power and love.

As the reality fell in your heart like ashes, your friends emerged from the shadows: Nero, the imp, and Arianna, the succubus. Their loyalty to you puts a soothing wave over your spirit of fire and ice. They pressed themselves against your sides, the heat from their bodies contrasting with the chill of your skin and the despair that began to wrap around you as time passed.

They stared at the scene before you, knowing this was their doing. Had they not encouraged you to keep Alastor in your life, to guide and mentor you in a fantasy of mortals and demons in love, you wouldn't be like this on the brink of unleashing your powers on all of Hell once again, just as you had on the day you had died.

"What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double?" Nero's voice was soft yet managed to cut through the fog in your brain. The gentle touch of his hand to yours was akin to a lifeline for a moment.

Arianna leaned in, her eyes aglow with wild affection. "She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile!" she said, in words that were an attempt at stitching the pieces of your heart together.

"Yeah, how about a pulse?" You snorted, the venom of bitterness thick in your voice as you stared at the fiery scene below your chosen hideout. You just felt like an antique compared with the sweet Mimzy.

"Overrated by a mile!" Nero chipped in, his voice light yet grave, as he sat by your side with a mutual understanding of the pain you are experiencing.

"Overfed!" Arianna cut in with a snort, her tail flicking in outrage.

"Overblown!" Nero exclaimed, with echoes of laughter resounding around the darkening space. Then he turned to Arianna, who nodded with full vigor. For a moment, their eyes shone with playfulness as they looked at you, hope alighting in their pupils.

"If he only knew the you that we know," they chorused in unison, gripping your hands tight. Their faces held pride with a touch of pain, but they held steady on one thing: their unity in support of you.

Arianna played with the ring on your left hand, smirking with mischief and love. "And the little silly creature isn't wearing his ring!"

Nero playfully elbowed you. "And she doesn't play piano!"

"Or dance or sing! No, she doesn't compare!" they chortled, their voices rising like some haunting melody.

But the shadows of doubt clung to you like a second skin. "But she still breathes air," you muttered; the weight of your reality fell again.

"Who cares?" they chorused, still enthusiastic, though you knew they were growing tired of your self-doubt.

"Unimportant!" Nero insisted, scrambling onto your shoulder, his small frame reassuring.

“Overblown!" Arianna echoed with whimsical reassurance, wrapping her tail gently around your arm.

"If only he could see how special you can be. If only he knew you that we know," they said in one accord, a mantra to which you were no longer sure you believed.

You stood, peeling yourself gently from the tangle of friends. Your undead eyes threatened to spill over with tears as you swayed on the precipice of despair, humming a mournful tune. Closer to the edge of the building you sat atop, the seductive allure of the fall whispered promises of nothing, for you could not die here.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same." You flourish the blade hidden in your garter, the cold steel calling to your mind your immortality. The use of it on Alastor flashed across your mind a spark of the most dangerous kind. You chase the thought away, turning back to your lament. The struggle between your desire for revenge and your lingering love for Alastor was tearing you apart, threatening to push you over the edge of sanity.

"And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead. Yet the pain here that I feel, please try and tell me it's not real." You turned your gaze to your friends, their faces dimly lit by the firey light of hell, then fell back from the rooftop, landing softly within a coffin overflowing with blue and silver roses, the delicate petals wrapping you in a sorrow growing only larger by the minute.

"And yet, it would seem I still have a tear to shed." Your eyes, no longer shining bright, now blazed with the bitter salt of lost love, lost on the one with whom you had believed you shared. Yet time was a thief and saved little space for sorrow. Nero and Arianna were already down to your level, their eyes afire with determination in jarring contrast with the despair flooding your heart.

Nero was first to huddle beside you, his face lined with concern and encouragement. "The only redeeming feature of that little creature is that she's alive!"

Arianna joined him, her cheeks flushed from the hurried descent. "Yeah, it's overrated!" she chimed in, light in tone but weighted with the depth of unsaid meaning.

Nero nodded vigorously, nudging you gently as he gestured to the world beyond. "Yeah, even overblown!"

Arianna smirked, crossing her arms in a very defiant pose, even going so far as to tilt her chin upward in some kind of dare for you to say otherwise. "Everybody knows that’s just a temporary state, which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate!"

Nero's grin widened as he helped you sit up, your surroundings—a darkened alleyway—looming on like some sort of forgotten lover's heart. "Who cares?

Arianna wrapped her arm around your waist, the touch grounding and warm. "Unimportant!" she insisted, dismissing the weight of your sorrow with a wave of her hand.

Nero tugged your good hand with newly formed determination, pulling you toward the busy streets, back into the folds of society. "Overrated!"

Arianna toyed with your hair before flashing a mischievous wink over the mask of worried tension she knew was building the more they danced around your feelings. "Overblown!"

The pair sparkled brightly as they laughed-a stark difference amidst the cowering crowds shrinking away from you, the infamous Corpse Bride, the dainty specter who wielded more souls than damn near Lucifer himself.

"If only he could see how special you could be, if only he knew you, that we know!" Their words of encouragement merely cut through your heart like daggers.

You merely shook your head, a deepening frown as the shadows danced in your eyes, before pulling away and meandering to drift across the streets. A melancholy tune tumbled from your lips as those who'd dare to follow quickly began to wither into roses of silver and blue, scattered remnants of what once was. As you approached the next street, your lament started again, an echoing whisper.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain; in the ice or in the sun, it's all the same." You breezed by a café with candles on its tables casting their golden light into the night air, and without even batting an eyelash, you blew them out, embracing the darkness like an old friend.

Your eyes closed, knowing, sans sight, that you were the most significant threat this Hellscape had ever known. Your heart clutched, and your sorrow blossomed into a dark storm that sent those who knew your power scurrying back into the shadows, fear etched upon their faces.

"Yet I feel my heart is aching; though it doesn't beat, it's breaking, and the pain here that I feel, please, try and tell me it's not real." As your eyes fluttered open, the street transformed before you: what once was vibrant red and black now lay cloaked in shades of blue and silver- your wailing, weaving a tapestry of despair, draped over the once bustling scenery.

"I know that I'm dead, yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed." Your voice was barely heard, and there was a broken murmur as you made your way to your house. The chill of the stone outside was like the weight of your grief. Climbing the stairs with sluggish motions, you sat at your piano bench and stared onto the keys, the swell of your sorrow deep.

Nero and Arianna watched you, their faces heavy with what was not said, too much pain entering them as it had the rest of hell when you started your lament. They knew all too well that you only called upon your full banshee powers when the weight of despair bore too much, even that they could not fix it.

You laid your fingers against the keys, and the weight of silence fell. You pressed a key, and the note sang out to resound as one deep ache in your soul, for Alastor would go back to the world of the living, leave you for another, and leave you a shadow.

The sob, so fragile yet mighty, ripped itself free from your lips and unleashed a storm into the very pits of hell. Your wail pierced the night, a chorus of anguish, seeing as you were Y/N, the Corpse Bride, or better yet, a banshee of ill fate, rivaling the voice of Lilith herself.

The roses that danced around your abode shook with solemn trembles at the harmonization of keys to a requiem of lost love. And you, still lost between the planes of life and death, celebrated being the Harbinger of Sorrow.

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dominiquelucalover · 4 months ago

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Playlist request, 79 with Hondo, please

Target | Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson

Summary: There's nowhere else you'd rather be than by Hondo's side, but he struggles to commit to you after his job puts you in danger.

Song: Now or Never - Halsey | Game Link

CW: angst, kidnapping mentioned, injury, trauma, hospitals, medicine.

A/N: I know the song isn't really about this topic, but this is what came to mind for me with Hondo, so yeah.

As you sat in the hospital bed, you tried not to think about how you'd gotten there. The long night you'd endured had finally come to an end. However, the memories were murky at best and vivid at worst. Your head was pounding from the blow you'd taken from your kidnapper, which only helped you keep most of the terror blurred from your memory. Everything else was haunting.

The lights were dimmed, the only real brightness coming from the door, so you kept your eyes closed. You wished you could sleep it off, but everything seemed to keep you awake. If it wasn't the roaring headache that the doctors promised would ease up soon, it was your nurse coming to check on you because they feared you had a concussion or worse. You hated it. You hated everything about this.

Then someone came into the room. You heard their heavy foot falls as they tried to keep them soft and quiet. It almost worked but not well enough. Your face scrunched up and they stopped, allowing you to calm down before they sighed. You knew that sigh well, too.

It was Hondo, the man who had saved you from your captor. He also happened to be your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry I let this happen," he said softly.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, catching him off guard. He tensed as your gaze fell on him.

The last time you saw him, he was decked out in full S.W.A.T. gear, holding a gun aimed at your captor. You'd never seen him so angry before, fire in his eyes that was far from the regular determination you were used to. Just seeing him helped you feel better, even though there had been a gun to your head and you'd been hurt quite a bit.

Now he stood in a S.W.A.T. shirt that hugged his body and showed off his muscles. You usually joked that he wore it to attract attention from the ladies, and he'd ask you if it was working, which would make you giggle.

Right now, you couldn't even think about laughing. You were waiting for the drugs that doctors gave you to kick in, hoping it would help your tired body finally rest.

"I didn't know you were awake," Hondo said, looking at you with sad eyes.

You hummed. "You wouldn't have come in here if you knew I was?"

"No, I just- I don't know," he said and came to sit beside you. He pulled the chair closer to your bedside and took your hand gently. He was struggling to see you like this, head bandaged up and weak. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," you spoke lowly. It was all you could really manage. "It's not your fault."

"Sure it is," he said, sounding so sure of himself as he said it. "If it wasn't for me working the case for find Filmore, he wouldn't have targeted you. He knew you that he could get to me through you and I shouldn't have let that happen."

"Hondo," you spoke, but he didn't seem to hear you.

"As soon as I was put on this trail, I should have done more to protect you. I should have-"

"This is all hindsight," you said, speaking a little louder to cut him off. He looked at you, feeling bad for making you do even that. "Besides, if not me, it would have been someone else."

He squeezed your hand. "But it was you."

You stared at him for a long time as silence fell over you two. It was a strange feeling, something about it making your stomach twist up. This was not the sweet silence you'd been all but begging for before, but a harsh, heart-aching one.

"Do not," you warned him. "Do not do this."

"What? What am I not doing?" he asked, trying to deflect.

You shook your head. "Do not end us because of this."

His eyes softened, revealing how hurt and tortured he was. He swallowed hard, trying to build those walls back up but he couldn't. Not so easily around you. Your name slipped from his lips and he sighed. "You're in danger as long as you're with me."

"Danger is everywhere, Hondo," you argued, taking your hand from his so you could sit up. If you were going to have this conversation, you weren't going to have it lying down. He tried to stop you, ease you back into a relaxed position, but you fixed him with a look that made him back off and sit back down. "I love you. Nothing is going to change that, especially not some psycho that had a bone to pick with law enforcement."

"As soon as he knew I was onto him, he took you to send a message," he told you, almost as if you didn't already know that. He was laying out the facts as if he was an attorney trying to prove a case, one against your relationship continuing. "I love you too much to let something like that happen again."

"So the solution is to break up? Give up everything you and I have because on this one incident?" you asked. As you got more upset, your heart monitor sped up in the background, but you didn't care. The pounding in your head got worse and you felt like you could fall over sitting there, but you carried on anyway. "I'm not gonna let that happen, Daniel. I love you too much to let that happen."

He stared at you, at a loss of words. It was only for a moment, a few small seconds, and he tried to speak, but a set of nurses came in to check on you after getting alerted to your vitals.

They came to your side, edging him out of the way to fuss over you. It wasn't a lot, mostly asking you to sit back and relax. They asked if you were okay and you nodded, telling that you were fine. Your primary nurse turned to Hondo and said he needed to leave, that you really needed your rest, and you wanted to protest it, but the other nurse kept you occupied.

He was ushered out of the room before you knew it and then you were alone with the nurses, who were going over your vitals and making notes. They promised to bring you water and a snack to help with your headache, but you didn't care about that.

You wanted Hondo back, but you feared he wouldn't return. You were scared that was the end of everything you'd built with him, that he'd said his peace. That is was done and over with even though it didn't feel that way.

#swat hondo #hondo harrelson #daniel hondo harrelson #hondo harrelson x reader #hondo harrelson x plus size reader #swat cbs #swat x reader #swat 2017 #swat #tw kidnap mention #tw injury #tw hospital

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fantasy-frog · 2 years ago

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To anybody who might see this, July in the states is disability pride month. As someone who’s past decade plus has been a journey towards understanding, accepting, and advocating for my psychological and physical disabilities and my whole life, aiding disabled family members, I want make it known that: the way many of us feel you can help us the most, is not by “pretending” we’re abled, like we’re just like everyone else, because we’re *not*

When disabilities are ignored, or treated as just “uniquely abled”, it falls on the disabled to maintain abled people’s comfort; to make our disabilities small, to not advocate for equity and the bettering of our lives in a supposedly equal society.

Equality is not equity.

Differences must be acknowledged, understood, and worked around *by abled people* for any true progress to be made.

Most people think this is government related. I know abled people as individuals can’t change that there’s little to no wheel chair access in their bustling city, that the sidewalks are cracked and filled with lips. An abled person can’t make public schools treat autistic kids with humanity, or children with memory-relates disabilities able to always have notes for their exams. They can’t make the employers stop firing us, or the government give us our right to marriage when living under SSI.

What I’m asking for is Empathy. True empathy. The kind that informs your beliefs, and actions. Talk to disabled people. Get to know them. I promise you, you have a disabled person in your family or social circle. Really be inquisitive about their experiences, struggles, and frustrations.

Acknowledge your privilege. Your ease of access to the world. Really sit in it. Absorb it. Your empathy will only grow. And when enough abled people do even just this, the world for us becomes less hostile. It becomes more livable. We become no longer burdens, but cherished by our communities, our families and friends. And trust me, even though the world is not built for me, and I have to consistently jump through 10,000 hoops to achieve even the smallest of victories for an abled person, and my body hurts and breaks down, so I get in a chair on wheels, or get out my cane, or put on my noise cancelling headphones, and just come across obstacle after obstacle -

The majority of the pain comes from the stares. The glances. The questioning. The points when you see the patience leave the eyes of the one who you thought loved you unconditionally, and you remember your place in our collective culture. And fuck man. You recall how workable all the bureaucracy and hurdles felt, how manageable it was to push forward (it’s what you always do) … before you were reminded of where you sit on the totem poll, and how conditional worth is in our society.

Disabled people are worthy. We are valuable. But we need you to believe it, or nothing will ever change.

#disability #please reblog #disability pride month #important #disabled #disabilties #disability rights #advocacy #autism #ADHD #wheel chair friendly #wheel chair users #invisible disability #cane user #mental illness #chronic illness #disability awareness #disability awareness month

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sylix-royalty · 1 year ago

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I’m getting back into writing, so have a Hotch/Reid snippet!

can… can i have a hug? please?

And a little bit of

oh, sweetheart- come here.

With a dash of

how long has it been since someone hugged you?

Type: Angsty Fluff

Warnings: Kinda just sad, brief mention of drugs

Spencer was very obviously the most touch starved of the group. It wasn’t to no fault of his, not really. It was clear he didn’t prefer physical contact most of the time, but Aaron wasn’t stupid. Aaron knew that despite Spencer’s sensory issues and mild germaphobic tendencies, he really just wanted to be hugged sometimes.

It was more obvious after some cases, when his arms wrapped around himself as he sat alone on the back of the plane, curled up as staring out of the window rather than reading whatever book he’d already read 7 or 8 times that week. It was only Wednesday after all.

It was less obvious after others, the itch of his hands as he read, how they’d twitch before he’d read a page. Aaron noticed, but he wasn’t sure that the others did, too careful of Spencer sensory. And Spencer clearly didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire of his own mind by his need of physical contact. But, Aaron wasn’t stupid. He was a profiler for a reason. But he wasn’t just going to jump down Spencer’s throat like that, putting him on the spot would be unhelpful and most likely backfire.

So, Aaron watched more intentionally. Trying to give an obvious sign to Spencer that he was here for him, should Spencer need him. It took a while, longer than Aaron liked to admit, but finally Spencer came into his office after hours.

The case had been a bad one. Having to deal with not only children, but Spencer was taken as a hostage and belittled so bad that Aaron was on the verge of shooting the man just to make him shut the hell up for good. Of course he couldn’t, that would risk his job, and more importantly Spencer’s life, but the thought definitely crossed his mind.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Spencer asked softly, and Aaron nodded slowly.

“Stay as long as you need,” he said gently, trying not to use that boss tone he knew he had. Spencer nodded, noting the attempt, and sat on the couch, curled up with his arms around himself once again, staring at the wall.

Aaron worked in silence, not going to push or pry answers out of the younger. He knew Spencer was struggling, and he had a terrible reputation when it came to asking for help. But Aaron hoped he was slowly working through that.

“You don’t believe him, do you?” Spencer whispered, finally. ��You don’t… you don’t see me as a… drugged up, ratty—“

“No, Spencer,” Aaron cut him off, not allowing Spencer to repeat the words of the UnSub. “I don’t see you like that. No one does.”

“I do,” Spencer whispered, “I feel like that, sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if everything’s worth it.”

“It’s all worth it,” Aaron whispered.

“You would say that,” Spencer whispered, and Aaron set his pen down.

“Meaning?” Aaron asked without trying to sound offended or offput.

“Meaning you see me,” Spencer explained. “You see the man I’m trying to be. You… you understand… who I am in a way that most other’s can’t.”

“I’m perceptive,” Aaron reasoned.

“Yes,” Spencer agreed. “But you also care.”

“This team cares about you,” Aaron reasoned.

“They do,” Spencer nodded. “But they care so much about one thing, something you’ve been… overlooking lately.”

Aaron blinked.

“You’ve been staring at me, after cases. Reading me. I see your eyes. I feel them.”

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, that wasn’t my intention,” Aaron promised.

“No, I know,” Spencer promised. “I just…” he inhaled slowly, his arms falling from where they were wrapped around him. “Can I have… have a hug? Please?”

Aaron exhaled slowly from where he sat, finally hearing the words come from Spencer’s mouth almost made him jump out of his chair. He still moved a bit too quick, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind or care as he quickly got off the couch, hearing Aaron’s gentle “oh sweetheart, come here,” and met Aaron halfway, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s shoulders, and Aaron’s arms around his waist.

Spencer almost broke right there. But Aaron held him up strong, as per usual. He kept his hold for as long as Spencer needed, or wanted, which was longer than he originally calculated.

“When was the last time someone hugged you?” Aaron whispered into his ear.

“Too long,” Spencer whispered, voice broken and scraggly as he pushed his nose into Aaron’s shoulder.

“Don’t let it ever be that long again,” Aaron whispered.

“I’m here, Spence. I’m right here.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #spencer reid #heid #Sylix’s Little Snippets

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hellcatinnc · 1 year ago

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How the Men Of Love And Deepspace Would Be On Being Dating Apps

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Warning This includes: SFW(Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, dating apps, smart phone, dating profiles, fluff, boy next door, friends to lovers, romantic

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Yes I know about Caleb but this is for all the fans of his still and how I think he would be in this...

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Zayne

So because he works long hours it leaves him little time for mixers or speed dating however he feels it would be nice to have someone to talk to over dinner. He puts up a profile online and its clear and precise and to the point. It will read something like "Looking For Part Time Companion" Then he would make sure to mention part time because he is married to his career. Yes he would like more than that maybe one day but he is just thinking logical. His idea is lets meet, talk about things, and see where we go from there but he knows she would have to be pretty special to make him think about committing 100% into a relationship.

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Rafayel

His profile would be flashy and look artistic enough to grab any creative persons attention. Anyways not like he would have much in common with someone who couldn't understand how he makes his paints and colors pop in his paintings. He would have a flirty appeal to it even though he has never even been in bed with a woman let alone do anything more than that. However his profile would read something cheesy and romantic to make you feel like you need him in your life even if you really don't. He might even end it with talking bout his love of fish, the fact he has fire magic, and that he would make a great husband to protect, love, cook for, and cherish for the rest of her life, as long as they promise to never leave him. Yes he would have a bit of a baby girl moment and show off how needy and clingy he is but this is what we love about this man anyways.

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Xavier

He will sit and look at his phone and stare for what seems like forever. He has no clue how to tell anyone about himself because he really doesn't much like talking about himself. Someone would have to help him because even though he is much older than he looks he can't be worried with trivial things. He will try but if he can't get it he moves on to the next thing. Anyways worrying about wanderers is more important to him. Even if he does get on there you can expect him to respond messages but he won't be the first to message anyone.

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Caleb

He is the boy next door and he would make sure to make it clear he is that traditional boy next door. He would go out of his way to make sure his profile showed his loyalty, honesty, and how he will go the extra mile for the woman he falls in love with. He would comment on his witty personality and how he wants someone he can be himself with and joke and laugh. He would let you know he is a protector who is looking for a friend to grow into a long lasting relationship with.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 9 months ago

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Zack, in the middle of a mission where things are going south fast, and enemy fire is heavy and it really looks like they are losing: “Looks like we need to pull out our big guns!” Zack turns to Kunsel, who looks nervous but also hesitantly accepting of his fate.

“Do we have to? We haven’t tried-”

Zack grabs him by the collar, pulling his helmet off like the pin of a grenade and yeets him in the direction of the enemy forces.

Kunsel’s helmet falls from his head, and it’s like one of those sexy girl reveals in the movies where time seems to slow down, with the hair elegantly cascading down from the helmet in a artistically tussled flow that you just know smells like daises and roses to the other characters on set, and everything has that shimmery, slightly blurry at the edges effect while in reality Kunsel is screaming for his life, trips, stumbles pinwheels his arms and somehow manages to stay on his feet meters away from the enemy troops with a wide eyed, bewildered expression.

Enemy fire instantly halts. They stare at Kunsel. Kunsel stares back. He will kill Zack if this doesn’t work. He will probably kill Zack anyway. “Hi?”

Unnamed nemy soldier in the back: “oh no, he’s hot!”

*based off of my HC that Kunsel keeps his helmet on because he is actually insanely attractive and fit and is very uncomfortable with the attention that gains him in soldier, and worried that PR department will hunt him down if they knew among other things*

Kunsel takes his helmet off once and the following happens:

• Angeal bars him at the entrance, doesn't recognize him, and then goes "YOU HAVE A FACE?" when Kunsel shows him his ID.

• Sephiroth walks by him in the hallway, cranes his neck so hard he runs into a glass door.

• Genesis tries to flirt/ introduce himself/ welcome him to SOLDIER.

• Kunsel puts his helmet back on before he can reach Zack.

Zack: Come on man, I promise I won't be weird about it. Just show me!

Kunsel: Fine. *he takes his helmet off* It's really not that big of a—WHERE DID YOUR CLOTHES GO?

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #kunsel ff7

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twstfanblog · 9 months ago

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*~500 Followers Fic: WaterPark Episode~*

A/N: Ignore me taking so long to get this out, AGAIN. As you've noticed I literally forgot about this fic sadly but I remembered! And to make up for it I will be adding more onto this fic in the form of vignettes in a part two. But, for now, enjoy the start up fic! Word Count: 4.4K Warnings: They/She OC, headcanons on the sexuality of the characters Main Pairings: Malleus/Yuu/Jamil/Azul, Alluded-Riddle/Floyd, Jade/Trey, Leona/Ruggie, Cater/Idia, Vil/Rook, Sebek/Silver, Firstie Poly The inspo and reference for most of the dorm's swimsuits! LOOK AT THEM!

Part 2

“Morale is so low lately…” Crowley tapped a golden claw against his desk, pouting as he rested his cheek against his other hand, “The campus is so depressing…”

Yuu raised an eyebrow, not looking away from shuffling the papers in their hands, “What do you expect? We lost to RSA in, like, four events last week. I'm surprised no one’s started a fire or something yet.” They didn’t respond when Crowley just groaned louder, writing something down on the form before moving to the next one.

“That damned RSA! Ruining the peaceful atmosphere of our lovely school! Destroying the ego of our students! Taking my award grants away from me!” He furiously ran his fingers in his hair, messing up the black locks, “The board of directors is going to cut our funding again!”

“Where is the fucking accident report-Oh, there it is.” Yuu forged Crowley's signature on another document, rolling their eyes before finally putting down the headmaster’s paperwork and watching the man fall apart at his desk, “...” They smiled, grabbing a paperweight and slamming it down to gain Crowley’s attention. Once the headmaster startled up, Yuu leaned more against the desk, “I got an idea-”

“Oh, no-”

“Shut up. I have good ideas. All you need to do is approve my event and make sure it’s properly advertised. I promise morale will be raised by the time we get back.”

Crowley looked concerned still, almost pressing into his chair as if Yuu was poised to attack him. He hums, looking to the side and nervously clicking his nails against his desk, “...” He tilted his head toward Yuu, “No one is going to be hospitalized this time?”

“I mean, probably…”

“...”

Yuu shrugged their shoulders, looking through the piles of papers to grab a blank sheet, “We're NRC students; someone's bound to break a bone if we do anything, ya know?”

The headmaster sighed, face tilting toward the ceiling as though to question the higher powers, “Is that what we're truly known for these days…?”

“I mean that and managing to not die…” Yuu took their time writing something on the paper, ignoring Crowley's groaning as he struggled to make a choice. Just when the man had opened his mouth to give an answer, Yuu held up the piece of paper, “Never mind! I got the okay, already.”

Crowley stared at the paper, realizing Yuu had wrote out their idea and simply forged his signature for approval, “HEY-”

Yuu snickered, waving the paper as they rushed out of the room, “Thank you~! Bye~!”

Once Yuu had slammed the door behind them, Crowley sighed at his desk, “...Well a broken bone isn't too bad…”

“A water park-”

“A water park!?” Kalim nearly climbed onto the table, beaming in joy, “We get to go to a water park!?”

Yuu smiled, pinching at Kalim’s cheek playfully and shaking his head, “Damn right! I even got official permission from Crowley.”

Vil looked at them deadpanned, cup of tea half way to his mouth, “Official, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

Riddle sighed, simply making peace with the fact neither Yuu nor Kalim would apologize for interrupting him. He sipped his tea thoughtfully as Yuu and Vil bickered before speaking, “I've never been to a water park-”

Yuu cuts him off, speaking softly in an almost pitying tone, “Oh, of course you haven't; you poor sickly Victorian child.”

“Why am I always Victorian?”

Leona yawns, scratching behind one of his ears as he kept himself balanced on the back legs of his chair, “Anyway, who do you plan on having pay for this? Forged signature aside, a trip this big will cost a lot of money…”

“...” Yuu turns back to Kalim, smiling as they tilted their head gently while batting their eyelashes, “Hey, Kalim, can you pay for this trip?”

“Sure! I even know the perfect park! My 6th youngest brother from my dad's 12th wife had his birthday party there only a few weeks ago so I can just call them to book the whole park for the Asim family again. Oh, and I can pay for all of the food, the souvenirs, the-”

Azul sighed, lightly placing a hand to Kalim’s arm in an effort to calm him down, “Kalim, I'm doing this as a favor to Jamil; Stop.”

Idia chuckled, in a rare IRL appearance from the third-year, and continued to play on his phone, “Well, you losers have fun getting burnt in the sun…”

Yuu smiled, tilting their head to the other side as they started poking Idia repeatedly in the ribs, “No~. Participation on this field trip is mandatory~.”

Idia jolted, squirming away from Yuu's fingers, “There is no way this event is mandatory.”

Swiping Vil's pen from his breast pocket, Yuu clicked the gem and quickly wrote on the scrap piece of paper before holding it up to Idia, “It is now.”

Riddle spoke, placing his phone back onto the table face down, “Plus, I have already informed Cater about our impending day trip.”

Idia sat in a stunned silence, his phone starting to buzz on a seemingly continuous loop. No doubt text after text from Cater asking which set of sunglasses were the most ‘Camable’...

Vil snatched his pen back, clearing his throat and reaching for his own phone to alert Rook, “Well I suppose it's settled then. A little romp in the sun could do a few in my dorm some good…though I will need to give a short talk about proper after-swim skin and hair care…”

Yuu smiled, sending a pleased look around the table, “Well, you guys just pick a weekend this month and we can-Fuck, where's Malleus?”

Kalim groaned, slapping the palm of his hand to his forehead, “I knew I forgot something! I was supposed to go to Diasomnia to get Malleus for the meeting this turn…”

Leona scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “How do you herbivores keep forgetting that lizard? He's nearly 7ft tall…”

Rolling his eyes, masking it by adjusting his glasses, Azul gave Leona a side glance, “Oh like you've never forgotten when it was your turn to fetch him.”

“I didn't; I just never went to get him.”

The waterpark trip had finally come, each dorm going through the mirror to the closest Mirror Station*. From there dorms had crowded into buses and made the hour drive to the waterpark.

As the 'event coordinator,’ Yuu and Grim arrived early to the park with the faculty. While Crowley and the other teachers did a final safety sweep of the grounds, Yuu and Grim were to hand out the wristbands as the other dorms arrived. Though Grim, of course, didn't stay long. The cat monster snatching a wristband and rushing into the waterpark to ‘find the best spot’. They sigh, snapping the band of their boy-short bottoms in boredom, Crewel had vetoed Yuu’s original request to wear their bikini of choice. ‘Confidence aside, puppy. Showing that much skin isn’t school-friendly’. As such, Yuu stood waiting in patterned boyshorts and a thick banded halter top to match.

Before long, the first group of buses pulled in, unsurprisingly being the ever-punctual Heartslabyul. The first off the bus was Riddle, a sunhat adorned with a few roses firmly on his head and rubbing what Yuu assumed was sunscreen onto his bare arms. He ordered people off the bus by the vehicle, making them stand along the curb as he personally checked that each person was accounted for. Once Riddle had counted a person, they made their way over to a growing crowd with Trey and Cater in the center. Each of them had a large bin in hand, Trey handing out small tubes of sunscreen while Cater handed out shades in various colors.

Riddle walked up to them, sighing heavily and fanning himself as he grabbed the thick bundle of wristbands from Yuu, “The sooner I get to a cooler area the better…all the bands are accounted for correct?”

Yuu looked Riddle up and down, lips pursed in displeasure, “Have I ever told you that I hate your dorm uniform? Because I know I have, I'm just not sure if I've said it to your face specifically.”

Looking over his swimwear, Riddle sputtered before huffing, “There is nothing wrong with my swimwear!?”

Truly, there wasn't. Crewel had heard ‘waterpark’ and decided he needed to design standardized swim trunks and tops for each dorm. A way to have a united front while in the semi-public eye and still be able to tell which dorm was stirring up trouble. So while Riddle was perfectly in uniform for the event, Heartslabyul-themed swim trunks, a tucked-in red and black tankini top, and school-issued water sandals, Yuu still sneered at him.

“There is too much going on. I don't know how Floyd fucks with you; you're clearly poisonous.”

“I don't need to take this. I'm leaving; good day, Yuu.” He had started to walk away, quickly turning around and pointing at them as he handed the wristbands to a very excited Ace and Deuce, “And remember sunscreen!”

Yuu waves at Riddle, mumbling under their breath to not give a clear answer.

Savanaclaw and Octavinelle’s buses had arrived just as Riddle had started to signal his dorm members into the park once they were all fitted with a wristbands. Yuu couldn't help but laugh, watching the Octavinelle students stare out of their bus's windows with glares as a group of Savanaclaw students all rushed out and mobbed their buses. A petty act to keep them on the vehicles so that their dorm could enter before theirs.

Leona walked up to Yuu, his hair braided into two large sections that rested over his chest and a full beach towel tucked into his themed swim trunks, “We're here, give me the bands.”

“...” Yuu looked at the redheaded child hanging limp in Leona’s one-armed hold, a baby-fanged grin and shining hazel eyes beaming up to them. They point at Cheka, trying to keep their smile small, “He doesn't go here.”

Ruggie appeared from behind Leona, adjusting a number of bags slung over his shoulders with a little snicker, “You don't know every person in Savanaclaw, prefect. Come on, he's a freshman.”

Cheka seemed to understand the lie, holding up his fists and making an angry expression, “Let me in or I'll beat you up! RAWR!”

Yuu had to physically turn away, a hand covering their mouth to hide the wide grin on their face. Turning back, Yuu personally snapped a band around Cheka’s wrist, “You know what? You're right. He's clearly a fearsome Savanaclaw member, you have fun in there, buddy.”

Seeing the multicolored plastic on his wrist Cheka squirmed around, pointing to the band and smiling at Leona, “Ouji-Tan! I did it! I got in!”

Leona didn't look down, grabbing a band himself before walking into the park as he mutely spoke, “Good job…”

Ruggie moved to follow, only to have Yuu grip him by a bag strap and yank him backwards.

Whispering harshly, Yuu kept their eyes on Leonas's back just to make sure he wasn't listening to them, “How the fuck is Leona getting away with having his tits out? Like, I can't wear a bikini top, but Leona can be out here freeing the royal nipple?”

“Ahahaha…Oh, Yuu…” Ruggie gently worked Yuu's hand off of the bag strap, patting them on the shoulder before pulling them even closer to hiss with a glare, “This horse was a gift, stop looking in its mouth.”

Shaking their head, Yuu shoved Ruggie away lightly, rolling their eyes, “Horn dog, that's your new legal species. Can you stop thirsting over Leona and make your dorm members leave the Octavinelle buses alone? I think they’re gonna actually flip them…”

Looking over his shoulder, Ruggie noted how…yeah the others were rocking and shoving the buses to the point the wheels had started to lift off the ground at a semi-steady pace, “Huh…yeah…” Looking around, he caught sight of who he was looking for and called out, “Jack! Round ‘em up! We're heading in!”

Yuu watched Jack give a salute to Ruggie, turning into his larger wolf form and chasing the other Savanaclaw members away from the Octavinelle dorm and into the park.

Jack made a lovely herding dog, corralling the rowdy Savanaclaw students easily into the park and allowing Azul to finally step off his bus. The cecaelian looked pale, pausing a moment with a hand bracing against the side of the bus before he called for his dormmates to exit as well. As the crowd walked closer, Yuu saw Jade being half dragged by a frowning Floyd, the shorter twin looking vaguely green.

“You guys have fun? It looked fun.” Yuu handed the thick grouping of bands to Azul, leaning closer to peck his lips gently.

Azul sighed, grabbing three wristbands before handing them off to be passed into the growing crowd, “The ride over was already bad enough. Even with smooth roads, being car sick is still far too easy for me and Jade…”

Floyd mumbled, trying to snap his wristband on one handed before giving up, “These two losers nearly threw up on the way over here…

”Jade lifted his head lightly, his full weight pressed to Floyd's side as he looked into the park unamused, “And the rocking did not help…”

Yuu chuckled, helping Floyd with his wristband, “Well have fun dealing with the chlorine smell.”

Azul raised an eyebrow, “Chlorine? Why would you use chlorine in water?”

“To keep the water clean?”

Jade squinted his eyes, holding his wrist out for Floyd to place his wristband on, “That seems unethical…”

“From what I understand, most land pools use a natural filtration system. At the very least this park does from my research…”

Yuu shrugs, “Well, what do I know? I'm just a silly bitch.” They smile, leaning over the podium and loudly whispering to Azul, “Don't put on sunscreen yet, I wanna be the one to slather you down.”

“We're going into the park, goodbye Yuu, we shall see you inside!” Azul had one hand braced against each smiling twin's backs, shoving the teasing Eelmers into the water park and hoping no one could see his blushing cheeks.

Kalim was the first one off of the Scarabia buses, different songs blaring from each bus as they pulled into the empty parking lot. Kalim saw them from across the way, running over with his hands waving in the air and a big smile. Jamil notices as he exits the bus, running after him in hot pursuit.

Yuu watched as Jamil nearly tackled Kalim to the ground. The only thing saving them both from eating pavement was the second Jamil got close, he grabbed onto the cords of Kalim’s loose, twisted tube top and pulled. The fabric tightened instantly, no longer in danger of drooping and flashing an Asim nipple. They stood in the parking lot, Jamil glaring and double-checking Kalim’s outfit before reaching into a beach bag, spraying him down heavily in a mist of sunscreen.

Once they had finished, more Scarabia members exited their buses and walked over in a crowd. Yuu noticed from the corner of their eye as another dorm's buses pulled into the parking lot.

Smiling, Kalim waved, “Hi Yuu! Scarabia, set and prepped for a day of fun!”

“Did you put sunblock on?” Jamil had already grabbed Yuu by the arm, trying to tug them from behind their podium with his spray can prepped.

Yuu mumbled loudly, managing to pull their arm free from Jamil's grip. To counter his second attempt of grabbing them, they shove the thick band of wristbands into his hand. He groans, already being swarmed by his dormmates trying to grab a wristband to enter the park quickly.

Kalim laughs, calling out to his dorm, “Don't crowd Jamil too much! And remember to put on your sunscreen and kohl!” Turning to Yuu he asked, “Do you want a kohl stick? I have a few extra that haven’t been used.”

“I'm good Kalim, plus I plan on getting on slides and I will probably rub it out of my eyes at some point-”

“Kohl is waterproof, you know this.” Vil had appeared, a large sunhat keeping his body completely shaded though he wasn't actually showing much skin. He was in a strapless full-length romper, light in color with splashes of deep purple littering it tastefully. A black braided shawl over his shoulders protecting his arms and tying his outfit together with his designer black shades and plain black flats.

Kalim exclaimed, eyes wide and smiling, “Wow! Vil you look so nice! I've never seen a bathing suit like that before.”

“Because it's not one. I've had time to think it over since we all set a date for this trip.” He held his hand out, silently demanding Yuu hand over the bands for his dorm, “Even with my blend of sunscreen, The chance to tan is too high. I'll simply be enjoying the jovial atmosphere from a lounge chair, maybe do some reading.”

Scarabia had slowly entered the park as Jamil handed out bands, finally freeing the other sophomore from the crowd to join the conversation, “Hm? I can understand not wanting to get into the water; I barely trust NRC students without the threat of drowning. But not even sunbathing?”

Vil huffed, rolling his eyes playfully from behind his shades, “Jamil, if I'm going to tan, it has to be perfectly even and full body. And I highly doubt our teachers would appreciate me being in the nude.”

Yuu sighs dreamily, leaning against the podium to twirl their hair And look just barely not into the sun, “I bet Rook would. Rook loved when I sunbathed naked on our anniversaries.”

“I will drown you myself-”

A purple blur passed them, making them all look into the park though only Vil scoffed at seeing who it was. Epel had taken his chance and raced into the park while Vil was distracted. In the Pomfiore trunks with a cropped halter top and his short hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, he sent them all a nasty smirk of victory, quickly grouping up with Ace and Deuce. The two freshmen sitting in an area they had claimed with enough space for all their friends to rest once they had arrived.

Vil grumbled, shoving the wristbands into a Pomefiore student's hands once his dorm had walked closer, “Thinks he's ‘Too good for sunscreen’- Rook.” He snaps his fingers, the blond seeming to appear from Vil's shadow, and hands him a super soaker. Vil shakes the gun once, making sure it was properly loaded before aiming into the air and firing.

Yuu, Kalim, and Jamil all watched in a shared muted fascination as a stream of semi-translucent liquid shot from the gun, arching high before splattering all over Epel's exposed back, making the freshman scream and curse as the no doubt cold liquid hit him without warning.

Epel whipped around, eyes bewildered and body shaking from adrenaline, “VIL, WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Vil smiled, handing the gun back to Rook who happily made his way into the park, yelling to Epel while miming that he was rubbing his arms, “Rub that in! Have fun with the other potatoes!” Vil turned to Yuu, lowering his shades and cocking a brow as he gave their swimsuit a look over, “Did you put on sunscreen?”

“Vil, we both know if we fight in this parking lot only one of us will be ok with a titty slipping free.”

“...” The third-year sighed, rolling his eyes and walking into the park.

Jamil glared, mentally following through a plan to wrangle Yuu into submission to spray them down, “Did you put on sunscreen?”

Yuu looked away, smiling lightly as they waved Jamil's question off and mumbled.

Yuu had slowly become annoyed. The Ignihyde buses had yet to appear and their anger only grew as the Diasomnia buses pulled in. They slam their head on the podium, groaning as they wonder just how much longer they'd have to wait to finally enjoy the park themselves. Soon, their beloved Dia-quartet had walked over, the rest of their dorm in two neat lines behind them.

Lilia was already fanning himself, an old black wicker sunhat somehow comically big yet resting on his head. While he was wearing the Diasomnia-themed swim shorts, his upper body was completely hidden by a black shawl that mimicked bat wings, “Diasomnia all accounted for Beastie!” Seeing Yuu had kept their head resting against the podium, he poked at their head gently, “Are you upset that we took so long? You know it takes time to look this cute…”

Yuu sighed, holding their head up and passing the wristbands to Lilia to pass out, “I'm happy, I swear. I'm just also pissed because I know for a fact that you guys left after Ignihyde and somehow you got here before them…”

Sebek hummed, snapping his wristband on without hesitation, “We passed them, I believe…they were pulled over at the side of the road.”

Silver nodded, helping Lilia pass the wristbands out as the Diasomnia members walked into the park, “Their buses might have broken down…”

“...” Yuu turned to Malleus with a small smile, the taller fae already smiling back at them from under his modified sunhat. The horned fae was fully covered, a floor-length cover-up that looked close to a shirt dress with a small green ribbon tying it closed. Fluttering their eyelashes, Yuu cooed sweetly, “Malleus~? Could you maybe…bring them here?”

“For you, my love? Of course.” With a snap of his fingers, the tell-tale sweep of pressure that followed Malleus’s magic moved through the area. The magic moving and condensing to an empty part of the parking lot. Suddenly three buses materialized, suspended a few feet off the ground before crashing down and making the students inside scream at the jostling.

“Oh! Malleus, don't shake them.”

The Diasomnia warden hummed, holding his hand out for Sebek to clip his wristband on as he gave the buses a pensive look, “I didn't think a few feet would matter. I will admit I was wrong.”

“Yeah, a few feet airborne from a car standpoint is a lot. You guys get into the park and I'll make sure no one got whiplash…” Yuu still took the time to pull Malleus down, pressing their lips together before rushing to the new buses, “Thank you again! Lilia, tell Cater if you see him that his selfie stick is here!”

Yuu ran over, keeping a wide breach of the buses just to make sure they didn't tip over onto them or keep rolling. Soon the doors opened, shell shocked Ignihyde students all stumbled out groaning. From one of the buses, Yuu watches as Ortho carries out a paler-than-normal-looking Idia. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she looked over the bewildered students, “Please tell me no one broke a bone. Crowley gave me a quota for broken bones and I can’t use it all up on you guys.”

Ortho places his brother on the curb, saluting Yuu with a cheerful ding, “I did a brief medical scan of everyone before dismounting the bus, Prefect Yuu! No broken bones to account for…Though my brother states his ankle hurts…”

Idia flinched back as Yuu's eyes turned to him, the shorter student standing over him in his vulnerable position as she smiled ‘sweetly’

“Oh! Idia, does your ankle hurt? Want me to check it?”

Idia was almost 80% positive that meant she was really going to break his ankle just to prove a point. He turned away, his hood going firmly over his head in a desperate attempt to protect himself, “No! Just…just a phantom pain, I guess? Hahaha…haaaa…the buses teleporting was a major jumpscare…”

“I will apologize for that. Malleus didn't really think through that vehicles don't like being airborne…” They smile wider, holding their arms out before gesturing to Idia’s Ignihyde-themed swimwear and coverup, “But hey! Look at you! Showing off your translucent skin! I told you you'd have fun when you got here.”

Idia grimaced, zipping his coverup closed and doing his best to shove his legs into the loose fabric, “I told you I didn't wanna come…”

“And I told you this was mandatory. Anyway! Ortho! You got a swimsuit?”

He beamed, having waited patiently to show off his new outfit shell, “Nii-san made it fully sealed so I can get into the water! I also have an attachable waterjet system that I'm very excited to try out.

“Do a spin!”

Ortho laughed, executing a perfect twirl on one leg to show his form. Ortho's body still couldn't wear actual clothing so Idia improvised. There were bright blue lights etched into his limbs, other pathways of black and a darker blue making more water motif designs. His black shorts-looking shell seemed more flexible than his normal outfits and his goggles were a slowly scrolling rainbow display. Yuu thought Ortho's feet looked like mini speed boats to her delight.

“OH! Baby boy, Ortho! You look like you're ready for fun in the sun~.”

Idia sighed, trying to draw his cover up hood tighter around his face, “Can’t I just stay on the bus…?”

“Idia~!”

They all look to the park entrance, Cater standing and waving his arms to make sure his boyfriend saw him. Standing in his Heartslabyul-themed swim shorts, he had a patterned white button-up opened to show his top scars with their vanity diamond design, and blue-tinted shades resting on his pulled-back hair, “There you are! I've been waiting forever! Come on, I've got a perfect spot for us to chill at before I start taking pics for my cam!”

The elder Shroud slowly emerged from his cover-up, eyes wide and almost sparkling at the vision of his boyfriend, “Whoa… ultra rare topless Cater…this…this is an SR event. No, SSR-”

Yuu lightly nudged Idia toward the gates, other Ignihyde Students already having grabbed their wrist brands and entering the park, “Can you just go and spend the day with your boyfriend so I can finally go fun?”

Giving one last scowl, Idia sighed and pulled his cover-up over his head and made his way toward a cheering Cater. He wasn't going win against Cater, his brother, and Yuu. Some quest's rewards just weren't worth the grinding…

With a smile, Yuu cheered, doing a small dance in victory, “Finally! Time for me to actually have some fun. Ortho, you wanna sit with me and the other Firsties? Ace and Deuce promised to save chairs for all of us.”

Ortho beams, his goggles showing decals of stars, “Sure! Thank you for inviting me along, Prefect Yuu. I can show everyone my water jet pack!”

World Building

*As far as I can tell, the Dark Mirror is the only like...personal sized mirror capable of extended long-distance travel. But I made it so there are massive transportation stations that use the mirror's blue prints to create massive manmade portals that they can control the locations to. Making over seas travel a breezy weekend trip, though it can STILL be very expensive to buy same day travel trickets.

But since these stations are of course more like bus/train stations, you'll normally need to take other methods of travel to get to an exact location. I just like the idea of trapping these fuckers in vehicles together and I will be doing it more often.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #twst heartslabyul #twst savanaclaw #twst octavinelle #twst scarabia #twst pomefiore #twst ignihyde #twst diasomnia #malleus x jamil x azul x yuu

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