#especially because the one being gotten from the underworld DIDN’T make it out

[mecub]

Every so often I think about “Wait for me, I’m coming/In my garters and pearls/With what melody did you barter me/From the wicked underworld?” and sorta just. Screech a bit

[kingtomura]

Tough love

summary: Back and forth banter with a world class villain is all fun and games until he’s gotten you undressed and underneath him, begging for anything and everything he can give you.  cw: tomura shigaraki x female reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, creampie, piv, dacryphilia, very smitten tomura, just smut tbh, drabble wc: 1k | crossposted to ao3

Tomura Shigaraki knows he has a way with words. 

He’s had to learn, especially if he would be the one to rule the underworld, you know. 

It always catches you off guard and it always leaves you wanting a little more — so when you’ve found yourself beneath him in the dark covers of his bed, you slowly realize just how cunning a mastermind villain could really be. 

And it drives you crazy. 

The way he eases into you with promises and whispers of going slow and taking it easy because in his eyes you’re just so fragile he wouldn’t want to break you.

But God, it’s so hard to keep his word because you’re so tight and your little moans and whimpers are driving him crazy.

His thick cock tears through your hymen as he pushes on. Inch by inch, Tomura slides in through the slick, tight walls of your cunt. He’s so deep, the head of it kisses your cervix. 

He gives you a second to adjust — he promised he would go easy on you, but your pretty cunt just takes him so well and you’re being so good for him, he can’t help himself. It’s impossible to keep still and he can’t take the stagnation anymore. 

Your little cries sound like music to his ears and he knows it should make him feel a little more ashamed, but Tomura Shigaraki is not one to feel shame. He adores your cries and wants to hear more of them. 

Tomura wants you to break for him, but he won’t let you know that. 

No, instead he tells you how well you’re doing and relishes in the way you whine as he gets faster — the pain getting a little worse but the pleasure getting a little closer.

And oh it hits just the right spot for him because he’s losing himself more and more into your soft, addictive walls. He knows that if he goes a little harder he may even see those pretty tears trail down your cheeks.

You tell him to slow down, that you don’t think you can take it if he keeps this up, but that’s just what he wants, isn’t it?

He wants you broken and crying for his cock.

He wants you to cum around him as he goes deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust, cock brushing that sensitive spot inside of you and making you cry out.

You’re such a good girl for him, so good and so sweet — you give him everything he asks for.

You look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, your long lashes wet with unshed tears and you beg.

The pain has fizzled away and now you're begging him to go faster, harder — to give you more, and he does!

He does with a fever he didn’t know he had as those tears finally, finally make their way down your soft cheeks and he just can’t help himself when he leans down, tongue darting out to catch the salty drops before they trail further and fall onto his dark bedsheets. 

It would be too much of a waste to let them go. Not when he’s worked this hard for them.

You’re close.

He can tell from the way you tighten around his cock and by the way your moans are rising by an octave. 

Tomura decides he loves this part.

He loves to see you come undone completely and surrender yourself to him in a way you’ve never conceded before. He loves to see your expression as he holds your hands above your head, grip tight on your wrists, but careful finger lifted for your protection.

It’s hard not to get carried away. 

There’s the rattling of the headboard as it slams against the walls of his bedroom, the bed is shaking with the force of his thrusts. It should be a sign that he should try to keep it down — that he should be more thoughtful of those who may be within the building, but all it takes is a glossy eyed look from you and he knows it doesn’t matter.

No, none of it matters as he doubles down, his forever careful hands moving to get a better grip on you. Tomura settles for one hand gripping your waist as he leans down onto his elbow of the other. The close proximity is intoxicating as he now has the leverage to really fuck into you without a care.

He watches on as you bring a hand to his cheek, eyes lost in pleasure, but still seeking the intimate affection from him.

He loves the way your eyes close and your brows furrow as you get closer and closer and—

“Fuck..” his own breathy moan catches him off guard, too lost in his own pleasure and watching you that he let himself go along with your release. 

The way your pussy grips him, so tight and so wet, makes his hips stutter and his vision blur as the white ropes of his cum fill your insides. 

You were so pretty, but especially now in the afterglow of it all — sweat clinging to your skin as you tried so desperately to catch your breath. 

Tomura loved it. He loved all of it. 

It’s not enough to let you just lie there so he leans down, capturing your soft lips into a kiss and dipping his tongue into your mouth. 

You moan softly at the intrusion and Tomura drinks it up with a groan of his own. 

You taste so sweet to him, like a fruit he just cannot get enough of — a cold drink on a hot day. 

Tomura finally pulls away to admire his work of your kiss swollen lips and drunkenly pleased smile and it makes his chest clench. 

It’s such a sight that he just can’t help himself when his hips start moving again, steadily going in and out as his already sensitive cock hardened again.

He hopes you’re ready for round two because he’s only getting started.

[magicalgames]

How death works on the isle

Many people thought that the villains of the isle would quickly turn on each other and die out anyway. They were right about the first part, and would’ve been about the second if Hades wasn’t there. Within weeks of all the villains being sent to the isle and the barrier being put up, fights started breaking out. A couple of people in particular started to attack Frollo. (Why? Because he was trying to convert the other isle residents and was preaching to them obviously.) The Caribbean pirates also started fighting with Hook’s crew. Jafar and Maleficent were also constantly convincing others that someone in particular had said something bad about them and would say how they would never just let them get away with saying that.

What does this have to do with Hades? Glad you asked. Hades, if you are not aware, is the ruler of the Greek Underworld. He is still ruling it, even while on the isle, because none of the other Gods wanted to be there full-time to run it themselves. King Adam, however, was insistent that Hades go to the isle even though Olympus was never fully a part of Auradon. So- the solution was that Hades would have a secret cave on the isle with a backdoor that only he, Persephone, any other gods, and their kids could see and go through. (the gods can also go back and forth through the barrier anytime they like, since they are more powerful than the fae) Anyway, for his entertainment during the first approximately 4 years of the isle, he made it so that no one would permanently die on the isle. They could die still, it just wouldn’t be permanent.  After about 2-3 years of the villains & other isle residents killing each other just for those killed to come back, they had all settled a bit and gotten their territories figured out and stopped actively killing each other. 

Like I said, four years after the isle’s creation - about a year or so after they had all stopped trying to kill each other constantly - Hades allowed permanent death for the isle’s adults, but not their children. At least - not until the child in question turned 21, then they could die permanently. He also told no one that he was doing this just to see how long it would take for the adults to realize that they could kill each other permanently. 

The answer - it was over 3 months before anyone figured it out. What happened?

Well, in case you didn’t know, Gaston had somehow managed to get himself a ton of chickens for all those eggs he eats (about 3 dozen a day now - see? He knows how to ration, he wants you to know.)  Continuing on, 3 months after permanent death was allowed for the adults of the isle, it was the middle of winter, and despite the amount of leftover food that came over on the barges, two of the hyenas decided they wanted more - especially because the hyenas and other animal villains had only ever gotten the scraps of what was left from the barges after the rest of the villains had gathered what they wanted. The villains, being their selfish selves, usually took everything during barge day and left nothing for those who went to the barges after them. 

So, two of these hyenas decided they were going to sneak into Gaston’s territory & into the field where he keeps his chickens, and steal some of them to eat. This could have been a good plan - if they had been smarter about making this plan. But they were not. Instead, their plan consisted entirely of the two of them jumping over the fence, snatching up some chickens, then jumping back over the fence and running off. The first part - jumping into the pen - went according to plan. However, the chickens were harder to catch and noisier than the hyenas had expected. Gaston, who at this moment was inside teaching his twin sons - Gaston the second and Gaston the third (also called Junior & Bronze, respectively) - to arm wrestle and thinking about how Claudette was going to give him another son in the upcoming weeks. How does he know that he’s having a boy even though there are no ultrasounds on the isle? Because Gaston Legume only makes boys, of course! (This child would be a son, but also his youngest boy. He would father 3 girls after this).  Alright, back to the story - Gaston was inside encouraging the twins arm wrestling when he heard his chickens screeching and running around outside. He got up with a manly grunt because he figured he should see what they were doing. Grabbing his rifle from next to the back door, he opened it and when he saw the hyenas chasing the chickens, he shot them and then dumped their bodies back over the fence thinking that they would come back to life soon. 

About 12 hours later one of his girlfriends went outside to collect eggs around the pen for storage. While walking around the pen, she noticed that the bodies of the hyenas were still there. Thinking that was weird, she finished gathering the eggs and went back inside and told Gaston about the hyenas bodies still being out there. 

Gaston got up with a manly grunt and went to check on it. Feeling the bodies necks, they still felt cold to the touch, when they should have been warming up by now. He frowned and decided to bring one of them in for the women to cut up & store, and if the others were still there the next day, then he would bring them in too. 

Over a day later the rest of the hyenas were still out there, even though they should’ve been gone/alive again by now. So, they were brought into the cabin and then Gaston got the other hunters together and told them what was going on. The three of them (Gaston, Ratcliffe and Clayton) then went and started killing the other animal villains (So- the rest of the hyenas, Scar, Sabor, Shere khan, and any of the other animals who weren’t a sidekick to a human villain, as well as any kids that they had had). Some of them were smart enough to realize what was going on, and managed to hide for a while, but within the next year and a half to two years, they were dead.

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Alright, I’m terribly sick right now and a little sore from it hence why I haven’t gotten to those other rants I have in my drafts. But because of the welcoming of existing characters coming back it looks like I’m going to have to be defending one of my favorite characters once again from this damn fandom.

Y’all already know it’s Leuce. I don’t get why everyone has such a huge problem with her like she didn’t even do anything to Hades or try to seduce him or anything. Yet everyone acts like Leuce was trying to steal “Persephone’s” man at the very beginning when that was never even fucking true, Leuce was probably called on by Zeus to try and get married to Hades which means she was not actively looking for this creep at all and I’m sure if she had to be sought after especially by the KING OF THE GODS then she was very valuable and already had the attention of many that y’all say that she wants from Hades. Basically ain’t nobody give a flying fuck about Hades and his grown ass tantrums, there’s not a fly on the wall trying to court his weird ass except for Persephone and that’s only cause she’s not affected by his dumb actions and borderline abusive behaviors.

I’m pretty sure Leuce was one of the most beautiful nymphs in Olympus and I’m pretty sure she already had a numerous amount of options to choose from at her every beck and call. I don’t know can we say the same for Persephone? Probably not since the only man and option was always going to be Hades. Leuce is and will always be a grown woman at the end of the day as well so obviously she’s not going to play homewrecker with Hades since he’s a literal king and would probably punish her unlike how Persephone did. Actually, let me get into that because I truly believe that why people think Leuce is trying to split up the marriage between Persephone and Hades is because Persephone did the same thing, Leuce and Persephone had similar reasons of going to the Underworld, they both got to speak with Hades, and they both had history before their “first” meeting with him. There’s a lot of similarities with how they approached and met Hades yet no one wants to acknowledge that Persephone slept to the top and ruined a relationship mainly because they’ve been conditioned to believe that when Persephone does it it’s not homewrecking it’s just taking what’s yours while with Leuce she’s definitely sleazy.

Speaking of sleazy, could everyone’s distrust in the situation be because Hades has a very very bad sleeping around history that he’s done multiple times? It’s okay to say that Hades is a cheater or really an accomplice to cheat and this causes many people to fear Hades being around women when we get introduced to more. Like c’mon people, you’re saying every single time a woman gets introduced to Hades in the chapter and everyone loses their shit that it’s not rooted in this lingering fact that Hades is not loyal in the slightest way possible? LO fans obviously have this premeditated anxiousness about Hades with the opposite gender and it’s all connected to Hades going with them or being “seduced” by them. I’m just going to tell you right now, if you have to make all of this commotion and insult the female character this bad because you’re worried or scared that means you don’t trust them. You can’t say that Hades is devoted and loyal to Persephone when you worry about this man stepping out from his own marriage every time another character (female) gets a simple interaction with him. There shouldn’t need to be competition for Persephone either because competition means that there will be someone betting on something you’re also after, which means that that something isn’t truly yours to begin with because if it is you wouldn’t need to defend and fight for it so badly.

But back to the fans’ mischaracterization of Leuce as a whole. One thing I absolutely hate about this situation is that people will swear up and down that Leuce is some evil, homewrecking, gold digging, irrelevant slut essentially yet all the scenes we’ve seen with Leuce has been completely harmless. Leuce was brought to Hades as a gift and was positive about the situation, she believed that Hades would accept her and he declined. Did she force herself onto him after he said no? Absolutely not. Did she insult him for rejecting her? No. Did she spread unnecessary rumors or continued to pursue him? No. All she did was accept the rejection and left, she did not argue with Hades nor did she try and change his mind unlike Persephone she respected his decision and didn’t try to persuade him into agreeing with her or accepting her. Honestly I have no clue why no one’s upset with Persephone, there’s been countless times where she’s ignored Hades’ unease, forced him to agree with her and even ignored his responses. Why is Hades getting walked over and disrespected by Persephone cute? There’s been times where he’s shown obvious discomfort with something she’s did or wants to do and she completely ignores him and pressures him into doing it.

Anyways, now ending this rant I don’t want to see anyone talking down on Leuce when she is more mature and respectful than the actual love interest. Persephone does not have the capacity to be mindful of Hades and Leuce actually treats him like he isn’t some mindless hamster. Not only that but Leuce is gorgeous, I’m tired of everyone trying to claim she’s ugly just to boost Persephone’s looks if you really need to do all of that than maybe she’s not as pretty as people state. But leave her the fuck alone, y’all don’t even know why she needs to talk to Hades and you’re already trying to go in on her, it’s not her fault that Hades and Persephone’s relationship is so weak that one woman can walk in and completely obliterate it.

[redemptioninchaos]

Turning Point

[text] Let’s say that someone needed to quell an incubus’s sexual needs. Is there a spell for that? 

[text] Trying to make an incubus or succubus go without intercourse is like forcing an animal to go without food or water. It is in their nature. The only way to “cure” an incubus of that would be to kill him. 

[text] Debbie Downer. 

Mason was no help. Colette sighed again as she paced in an empty alleyway. She certainly couldn’t stay still after all that drama happened just a few minutes prior. A part of her wanted to say something else before she left, but she knew her emotional state wasn’t the best right then, Asher’s certainly wasn’t right then, and Cobalt’s never would be. As much as a pettier side of her would have wanted to sling more dirt towards Cobalt’s name, call him a terrible father sheltering his son from those who genuinely cared, she at least was wise enough to lock herself out before doing something stupid. 

She was about to text Anubis: 

[text] Teleport me please.

And then she heard the soft footsteps of high heels in front of her. The same angel who was there to return Robin’s mind back to normal appeared in front of her, dressed in the same white button-up jacket, black jeans, and beige heels as before. Colette didn’t want to appear as emotionally vulnerable as she felt, so she cleared her throat and stood up straight. “Hey, you’re that angel girl who saved Robin, right?” 

The angel nodded. She had skin that was a few shades brighter than Colette’s, her jaw slightly square. Her hair was white and arranged in a pixie cut, and her eyes were piercing gold, as if she could see every sin someone committed from one glance. She had a somewhat square head shape and a petite stature, her clothes covering up any sort of musculature she may have had. Her voice was wispy, but clear: “I’ve been looking for him. I haven’t sensed him in the city for about a week now. Is he all right?” 

“Yeah, he’s fine, just a little indisposed at the moment. He’s in the Underworld right now.”

“Indisposed?” The angel raised an eyebrow. “What happened to him?”

Colette was initially suspicious of the angel girl, whose name she still didn’t know, but she wouldn’t have saved Robin this many times if she harbored ill will towards him. She knew of the beef she had with Anubis, but the angel deserved credit for altering Robin’s mind during his transformation without turning him against the death god. Not only that, but she had just talked about how keeping secrets from friends was detrimental to everyone involved, especially when it involved life and death. 

“Ra happened. Cast a spell that turned him into a werejackal. He’s been asleep ever since.”

“Ra...the Egyptian god of the sun? What did he intend to do with Robin?”

“Tried to make him an ant, but there was a smudge on the scroll.” Seth still warranted a little suspicion, but at the very least he was smart enough to make his spells hard to replicate. “Turned Robin all floofy-like and knocked him out.” 

The angel stroked her chin. “Well, I’m glad to know he’s all right. Thank you.” She summoned her wings, lifting them up in preparation for takeoff. 

“Wait,” said Colette, sticking a hand out in a “stop” gesture. “Who are you? I know you’re the one who saved Robin at school. He told me stuff that reminded me of a Western movie.” She pantomimed drawing a handgun and imitated the sound of a gunshot. “Shot the gun right out of Father John’s hand. You and Anubis hate each other, but you still find yourself involved with his circle. Why?”

“Because Robin is the one in his circle I find to be the most agreeable.” The angel’s wings disappeared. “That being said, you’ve helped me more than anyone else has in the last week or so. And my name is Tess.”

“Colette. And why the beef with Anubis? Who crapped in whose Corn Flakes first?”

The angel twisted her mouth. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve been trying to help people during my assignment here, and all I’ve ever gotten from him were threats and insults from him. He went out of his way to tell me that I couldn’t do my job because it affected his.”

“So you kill people, too? Anubis never got onto me about that.” It was a gutsy move to reveal her profession as an assassin to an angel, but she figured if Tess’s patron god had a problem, He would have said something to Colette already. 

"No, but I know his son has gotten onto you for trying to help Asher."

Colette frowned. "How do you know about that? Were you there the whole time and I just didn't notice?" Robin had mentioned how Tess liked to disappear randomly. She didn't feel the angel's presence, but it was hard to feel anything other than frustration around the bastard Cobalt.

"You two were louder than you realize. Because you gave me information about Robin without issue, I can tell you about some rumors I've heard from Desire himself. I will warn you that it's damning to Anubis's 'honor.'"

Colette's eyes widened. "You talked to Desire? Did you put that gun to his head to make him talk?"

"No. He hadn't hurt anyone as far as I could tell. According to him, a woman he considered a sister, Valerie, is a werecreature unrelated to Anubis’s bloodline. Instead of any animal you and I would recognize, she could turn into a creature called a Pokemon. Desire himself is a Pokemon, a Sylveon, specifically. Valerie can shift into a Sylveon as well. 

“This caught Anubis’s attention, but he kept Valerie captive as if she were an animal. Desire stepped in to rescue her, and an altercation started. Desire’s father intervened before the fighting got too out of hand. From what I’ve gathered, there’s been a feud between Anubis and Desire’s father ever since.”

Colette listened intently, her face gradually twisting into more disbelief with every new detail. Once Tess finished, Colette took a few steps around the alleyway, uncharacteristically silent. If the angel spoke true, that would explain so much that she wasn’t privy to, for some reason. It was a lot to take in, especially that night, but she also considered who was informing her. 

As if reading Colette’s mind, Tess went on, “I don’t expect you to take me at face value, but since you are one of two aetherials in town who didn’t outright disrespect me, you deserved to know what I learned. For your sake, I hope what I told you isn’t true in the slightest.” She turned her head away from Colette. “I know how close you are with Anubis and his associates.”

Was that a tone of jealousy in the angel’s voice? Despite how serious the accusations were, Colette couldn’t help but imagine Anubis and Tess as exes who never got over each other. “Still hard to believe that you learned all of this before me, if it is true,” Colette finally responded. “I just hope Anubis won’t be so evasive when I ask him about it, though I know he won’t be happy about where I got the info from.”

“Where it comes from shouldn’t matter if it’s truth.” The angel re-summoned her wings and shot into the sky with a brief gust of wind blowing all over. 

Colette looked at her phone, the message “Teleport me please” still unsent. She stared at the past text messages the two shared; it was mostly memes and GIFs she sent to Anubis that he either didn’t understand or tried not to dignify with a response, but deep down in her heart she knew that he’d miss her phone antics if they ceased. She took a deep breath, then erased the message before it could be sent. 

Guess it’s high time I head back home.

@lycanspirited

@dimensionhoppinghybrids

[thetrampette]

An event like this was the last place Ellie wanted to be on any given night, especially not on Valentine’s Day, but it wasn’t as if she really had any choice. Or actual plans that could have gotten her out of attending. The only upside she could think of was that since she didn’t know either the bride or groom to be, she likely wouldn’t be expected to stay for the entirety of the party. And the moment she felt she had stayed long enough to have done her part in being seen and acknowledged, she was going to be out of there. The Underworld was holding a special lovers and lust night that she had been looking forward to being a part of. Which meant she needed to get out of this house unnoticed, which apparently might be harder than she thought now that a certain mafia member had found her.

Trying to move away from him and ignore his attempts at conversation were no use and after one side step and a roll of her eyes, Ellie came to terms with the fact that Duncan wasn’t going away anytime soon. “Lipsticks?” she echoes, scoffing at the assumption that a pay raise would only mean more makeup. “Yeah, I think I’m good.” The truth was she had indeed been considering Hopper’s offer, but she wasn’t about to make any kind of decision right now. Certainly not just because Duncan of all people wanted her to.

//closed starter @thetrampette

"So I heard you got a job offer," Duncan slid up beside her at the party, beer in hand and a sly smile playing on his lips. Elie had always intrigued him, and the idea of working alongside her piqued his interest. "I really think you should consider it," he persisted as she attempted to edge away, but he only chuckled as she rolled her eyes at him. "Trust me, half of the guys are like kids anyway. They'd be thrilled if you gave them candy," he continued, making his case. Duncan had always enjoyed being a thorn in Elie's side; he relished the role, finding a small pleasure in their otherwise tedious job. Ever since he'd been assigned to protect the Tramps, Elie had been his favorite target for annoyance.

"Hopper pays well, you could buy…" he paused, suddenly unsure of what she even liked, "loads of lipstick or something," he added somewhat foolishly, hoping he had at least guessed right.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

One Bad Day.... (Part Three)

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Batmom

Word Count: 5709

TW: Some Language, Mentions of Death/Murder, Mentions of Miscarriage, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility, Betrayal, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Angst

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As you limp over to the chair in your makeshift office on the upper level of one of the multiple warehouses you and Jason had commandeered, you tear off both parts of your mask and let them clatter to the floor. Dropping heavily into the chair, you slap an icepack on your aching knee. In the five months since Jason had broken you out of prison, you have gotten to the point you can walk and even fight on it, but you can tell it never healed exactly how it should have. And especially after being as active as you have been lately, it is not really a surprise it is causing you issues.

After taking the first few days out of prison to rest and recuperate, you and Jason had started your systematic take over of large sections of Gotham’s underworld. Jason had already established a dominating control over many of the street gangs in some of Gotham’s rougher neighborhoods, but under your guidance, the two of you were soon running the entirety of the Narrows. And, if everything continued on schedule, the last few remaining sections of Black Mask’s territories would soon fall to you as well.

While you were technically now mob bosses ruling over your territory, you and Jason took a much different approach to crime than other leaders in the past. Following the guidelines Jason had originally established, drugs were still legal to buy and sell but anyone caught selling to kids were immediately dealt with. Violence towards average, law-abiding citizens was harshly punished. And all weapons sales not directly approved by one of you were banned. You told Jason the fact Bruce never seemed to understand was that crime could not be stopped. But if it could be contained, controlled, then you had a chance of making a real difference.

Jason had been reluctant to allow you to help him in the field at first. But after a lengthy conversation reminding him that before you met Bruce you were a very successful up-and-coming criminal in your own right, he finally relented with the stipulation that you stayed behind until your knee healed enough that you could protect yourself. Which seemed fair to you, especially considering you were in a lot of pain. But also because it gave you time to prepare.

What you didn’t tell Jason was one day while he was away, you went to visit an old friend from back when you were still living on the streets. Bernie had been making outfits for street-level criminals for as long as anyone could remember. He understood that sometimes the only way to survive in this city was to bend the rules a little bit. So, while he refused to work for more deadly villains like Riddler or the Penguin, he provided cheap, quality products for those looking to make ends meet. He had designed your first suit, the one you wore when you met Bruce. And you had hoped he was still willing to work his magic for you now.

And did he ever! The new outfit was similar to the old design: Black combat boots that came up to your knees, dark well-fitting cargo pants, black fingerless gloves, and a thick belt to hold a multitude of weapons. But you had also had Bernie make a few cosmetic changes: your tight tank top, biker jacket, half-mask that covered your mouth, and domino mask that covered your eyes were all black, but they were accented by the exact shade of red as Jason’s helmet. Standing together you looked like a cohesive team. Part of you was a little worried he would be embarrassed to be in matching uniforms with his mom, but Jason’s eyes lit up when he saw you for the first time in it. He had been alone, isolated for so long, that he was glad to belong with someone else once again. After much discussion, you opted to keep your old name because it still held some weight around certain parts of the city. And thus, the team of Red Hood and Night Watch was born.

So far, everything had been running smoothly. Almost too smoothly. As proud of you were of your son and the good you were doing for the city, you knew it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, he would track you down to deal with you. And it seemed as if that day had finally come.

As you remove the ice from your knee and try to stretch it, you hear a loud commotion from downstairs. Limping quickly out of the office, you peer down to the level below to see Jason in his full Red Hood attire grappling with a familiar black-suited figure in a cowl and your breath catches in your throat. You had been trying to prepare yourself for this day, but the sight of him still stops your heart for just a second.

And in your split-second moment of hesitation, Jason manages to pin the older man to the ground as he drives his knee into his chest and wraps both hands around his throat. You stare at the tension in Jason’s shoulders and arms, and you can tell that he is willing to not let up until it is over once and for all. But you can’t let that happen.

“Hood! Stop! Now!” You bark at your son as you calmly descend the stairs.

His helmet whips to face you without removing his hands and you can feel the rage and fury rolling off him even from this distance. You watch him switch his modulator to comms and his voice suddenly roars through the device in your ear. “You know what he did…. To both of us. What he will do to us if given the chance. Let me finish this once and for all.”

Stopping at the foot of the stairs as you mutter under your breath so only the comms picks up your voice, you say, “No, Jay. That’s not who we are. Yes, I am furious about what he did, but he does not deserve to die. And even if it comes to that one day, I will not let you carry that burden, okay? So, for now, you need to let him go.”

His helmet’s fixed gaze bores into you for another few seconds before he releases his grip on the man he had once called family. Without breaking the stare with you, he stalks over to stand by your side. You lay one hand on his heaving chest and the other against the side of the helmet. Whispering through the comms, you ask, “Are you okay, baby? Are you sure you want to stay for this?”

He nods, but you can still feel his heart racing beneath your hand. You give him a small smile of encouragement before your face turns stone cold and you turn to face your ex-husband. Holding your head high, you spit out, “Bruce.”

“Y/N.” He glares at the two of you as he gets to his feet. While rubbing his throat, he scoffs, “So, the Red Hood? This is who you’re with now? Some rebound.”

Jason snorts as he tries to contain his laughter, but at least the momentary shock of that insane idea seems to have calmed his rage some. Bruce’s comment also alleviates any fears you have about him knowing who is under the red hood, so you didn’t dare correct his assumption in case he got suspicious. Instead, you neither confirm nor deny the allegation as you dodge the question.

“Oh, no. You don’t get to say a single word to me about rebounds. How’s that bitch Selina doing these days?”

Bruce blanches slightly. “How did-how do you know about that?”

“She fucking told me, Bruce! Came to see me over a year ago to brag to me all about your little lovefest. Including the fact she knows your secret….. How could you do that? How… Her of all people! You knew what she was to me!”

“It’s not like that. I-I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just…”

“What? You couldn’t have me anymore, so you found the second-rate version of me? Because I might have taught Selina everything she knows, but that doesn’t mean I taught her everything I know. But I’m sure you figured that out by now,” you say with a smirk.

Bruce shakes his head. “She shouldn’t have said something to you. It only happened a few times and it didn’t mean anything.”

“Well, you both sure fooled everyone. I saw the papers. Guess those rich assholes accepted her on your arm at their galas and parties a lot quicker than they ever accepted me. And it would seem since you shared your secret, she got both sides of you. The Bat and the Cat…..I got to admit, it does have a nice ring to it.” He opens his mouth to try and come up with some excuse, but you stop him. “I don’t want to hear it. You can’t take back what you did, no matter the reason behind it. So, just drop it, Bruce.”

Looking around the room, you ask, “Now, where is he? I know you’ve probably ordered him to stay back, keep an eye out from above somewhere in case things take a turn. There’s no way you came here without him.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a small movement high above you. You smile as you lower your voice so only Bruce and Jason can hear you as you smugly say, “But do you really think he would turn on me? Even if it came down to a fight, are you really so certain he would choose your side over mine?”

Bruce glares at you for a moment before he looks up to the rafters and jerks his head. A figure instantly drops to the ground and before you can even get a good look at him, he has crossed the distance between you and wraps you tightly in a warm hug.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, you return his embrace. Struggling to hold back the tears threatening to fall, you whisper, “Hey, Dickie. Oh god, I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too,” your eldest son whispers into your hair. Then he pulls back and looks into your face. “Mom, why are you doing this? Just come home, we can work something out.”

You give him a sad smile as you cup his face. “We both know that can’t happen, Dick. And we know why. But, oh, I wish I could.”

Dick opens his mouth to say something else, but Bruce interrupts, “Nightwing!” He motions for him to rejoin him on the other side of the room.

You roll your eyes but whisper, “Go, it’s okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

As you watch Dick move to stand behind Bruce, it hits you that for the first time in over five years your entire family is in the same room together, even if two of them didn’t realize it. Tears spring to your eyes, but you somehow manage to hold them back.

Clearing your throat, you ask, “Now, are you really going to leave that fucking mask on the whole time? Or are you not man enough to face me as yourself?”

Bruce nods at Jason. “Is your guy going to take his off?”

“No.” you say bluntly. Then you sigh exasperatedly. “I’ve called you Bruce like six times already. You don’t think he figured it out even if he didn’t know already?”

He hesitates for a moment, then pulls the cowl off. You inhale sharply. He looks just like he did in your dreams. The same handsome, charming man who hadn’t seemed to age a day in your five-year separation. And it all came flooding back to you. Every moment of your relationship, both the good and the bad. The night you met, the last time you saw him in the courtroom, your first kiss, your last kiss before you left to kill the Joker, the Christmas Eve he first told you he loved you, the Christmas Eve he didn’t show up, bringing Dick home, Dick leaving, bringing Jason home, Bruce holding you as you sobbed over Jason’s body, and on and on and on.

As he lets the cowl fall to the floor, Bruce looks at you and asks, “So?”

“So what?”

He sighs, “What are you doing? This isn’t you. Mob boss ruling over half of Gotham? Running drugs and guns throughout the city? You fought to keep these kinds of things out of here, what happened?”

“You know what happened. You did, Bruce. This has always been me. You knew that when you first asked me out, when you married me, when you tossed me aside. This is me.” You hold out your hands as you gesture to the warehouse around you with all of its contents. “And yeah, I might not be doing things the way you like, but for the first time in a very long time, I’m doing what I think is right.”

“Just like you did that night, huh?”

“Just because you have lines you won’t cross, doesn’t mean everyone else has to agree with you. And, you know, I’ve got to ask…. why was it so different with me? Huh? Clark, Diana, Hal, Barry, they’ve all killed people over the years, yet you have no problem working with the Justice League. But when it’s your own wife, over your own son, there’s no leeway, no understanding. It’s just time to throw the book at her!”

“When they have taken lives, it was in the heat of battle, when there was no other option. What you did was just plain murder!”

“You’re damn right it was!” All the rage, all the fury that had been bubbling under the surface finally breaks loose as you roar, “He murdered our son first! Beat him, tortured him, blew him up. And that’s just what he did to Jason. What about the other thousands of people he hurt or killed over the years? The damage he has caused to our friends and family! That monster deserved everything that he got and more! And if I had to, I would kill him a thousand more times to keep my family safe. You might have been fine with it, but I couldn’t live in a world where our son was dead, and that monster still lived. But honestly, I never thought you would actually turn your back on me like you did.”

“What was I supposed to do? Please, tell me!” For the first time, Bruce’s voice cracks just a bit and you take a step back, stunned. “You walked out, still dripping with his blood, and announced to half the Gotham Police Department who you were and what you did. Your confession was captured on every body cam on every cop there as well as the security cameras across the street. Plus, he was beaten to a bloody pulp and his neck was broken! Your only injury was some bruised knuckles. There was no way to claim self-defense. I tried, I pulled every string I could, I spoke to Gordon, the DA, everyone! I offered to single-handedly fund the city for the next three years, but they told me there was nothing…. It was a miracle I was able to keep you at Arkham instead of having you sent to Blackgate.”

“Oh yeah, Bruce. Because being locked up with the psychotic villains is so much better than the sane ones.”

“You were supposed to be safe there. No one was supposed to touch you.”

“Well, how did that work out?”

“I didn’t know.”

“Yes, because you refused to see me! Served me with divorce papers on one of the worst days of my life and turned your back while they threw me into that hellhole!”

“I did all of that to try and keep the target off your back! I thought that maybe if you were no longer connected to me, they would take the hint and leave you alone.”

“But Alfred and Dick still came to see me. That connection was still there. So, if that was your reasoning then why- Oh my God!” Your eyes grow wide as you realize what he had tried to do. “You tried to keep Dick from coming to see me. You wanted him to cut off all contact just like you did. You son of a bitch! You were trying to keep my only living kid from seeing me!”

“It would have made things better in the long run. If he would have made it clear you didn’t have the support of the Wayne f-”

“Fuck you, Bruce! Do you have any idea what it was really like in there? How much I struggled every single day to just keep going? And the thought of seeing Dick or Alfred was the only thing that kept me going. If I would have lost them too… if I had truly been alone in there…. I wouldn’t have waited for them to come for me. I would have slit my wrists myself.”

All three men surrounding you visibly flinch at your confession. Jason takes a step closer to you, gently laying his hand on the small of your back. But you never take your eyes off of Bruce’s face.

He looks down at the ground, ashamed. “I’m sorry. I thought it was what was best for you. I thought a clean break…”

“Because you didn’t think to ask me what I would have wanted. But no, your word is law, and no one else’s opinion matters. And I did everything for you, Bruce! I changed everything about me, my whole life, to fit into your world. I did everything you ever asked of me, and after Jay…. the one time that I needed something, the one time I asked you for help, you turned your back on me! Once again, you refused to listen to what I wanted or what I thought.”

Bruce looks at you like you just started speaking a different language. “What are you talking about? When Jay died, I asked you over and over, I begged you to talk to me, but you wouldn’t. How was I supposed to know what you wanted or how you felt? You shut down again. Just like…. just like last time…”

When you speak, your words aren’t angry or hate-filled but instead full of pain and grief. “Don’t you dare try to compare this to that! It wasn’t the same at all!”

Bruce takes a few small steps towards you, face filled with sadness. Softly, he says, “Yes, it was. I tried to talk to you, to get you to say how you were feeling and you just pushed me away. You fell back into the same self-destructive patterns as before except this time, you lashed out instead of shutting down. I should have seen it, and I should have done something. There was no one to get revenge on the first time, no one to blame so with Jason, you made sure you got retribution. That you got blood for the life that was taken from you.”

“Stop it! Don’t do this.” You glance nervously over your shoulder at Jason as you growl, voice quivering, “Bruce, I swear, don’t you dare say another word.”

“You know it’s true,” he whispers. “You knew what I would say about your plan, so you didn’t even try to talk to me. I was hurting just as much as you were, and because of that, I didn’t see the warning signs. I’m sorry. I should have protected you better, just like I should have protected him better, protected them better.”

You screw up your face as you stare at the floor, willing yourself not to cry. Finally, you choke out, softer than before, “Bruce… Jason made a choice to go after his real mother. You told him not to, that it was too dangerous, and he chose not to listen. I never blamed you for what happened with Jay. Not once. And I know he wouldn’t blame you for that either. But what you did afterward? How you refused to do something about the Joker? How you handed me divorce papers as I was being led off to prison and then never once tried to see me afterward? That I blame you for. That is what I’ll never forgive you for.” You take a deep breath and then straighten your back, putting on your most stubborn face. “Now, I think you should go.”

Bruce stares at you for a long moment before nodding his head. He picks up his cowl and turns to leave, but he pauses with his back still to you as he says, “I did come to see you. Once. On your first Christmas Eve away from me. Even after everything that had happened, I couldn’t bear to be apart from you. Not on our night.”

Your blood runs cold as you stammer out in complete disbelief, “No…. Because I waited for you, and you never showed up…. I counted down every second of that night, begging you to come, but you didn’t.”

Bruce nods his head. “They had moved your cell earlier that day and I didn’t know. So, by the time I tracked down your new location, I was two minutes too late.” He finally turns to face you, and you can swear you can see a mistiness in his eyes. “I found you curled up on your cot, sobbing and clutching an old photograph. I knew you were hurting because of me, and I couldn’t bring myself to face you. I’m sorry.”

You feel like you were just punched in the stomach, but you manage to spit out, “You’re right…. you shattered what was left of my heart that night. And those were the last tears I will ever shed for you, Bruce Wayne. Now, get the hell out of my warehouse.”

Bruce turns once more and walks to the door. Dick starts to follow, but you stop him.

“Dick…,” Your son turns to face you. “Please, come see me anytime you want. But Nightwing is not welcome here. Okay?”

Dick nods. “Yeah, I get it.” He hesitates a second before running back over and scooping you into his arms. You return his embrace wholeheartedly as he whispers, “I love you, Mom.”

You whisper back, “I love you too, baby.”

And you would have remained there forever if Dick didn’t finally pull away. But before leaving, he shoots Jason a look and says, “I don’t know what you two are planning, but you keep her safe. Okay?”

Jason seems taken aback, but he nods and says through the modulator, “I’ll protect her with my life.”

Dick eyes him cautiously for a moment then nods. And with a final smile at you, he leaves. Bruce watches him go then shoots you one last glance and says, “I will stay out of your way as long as you don’t kill anyone. But the first body that shows up connected to either one of you, I will take you down.” And with a flourish of his cape, both men disappear into the night.

The second that he fades from view, you collapse to your knees. You land roughly on your injured knee and a burst of pain shoots up your leg. But you don’t mind it because at least the physical pain is helping to ground you as waves of emotional pain threaten to overwhelm you. Jason takes off his helmet, kneels down beside you, and wraps his arms around your neck. “I’m sorry, Ma. I know that had to be rough.”

“I know that couldn’t have been easy on you either. I’m so proud of how you handled it. I know you can’t always control your anger, but you did good.” You chuckle humorlessly, “Honestly, I thought I would be more controlled and level headed when we finally met again. But the second I laid eyes on him, my emotions got the better of me. I let him make an idiot of myself. But at least now, it’s over and he should leave us to do our business our way.”

Jason squeezes you tightly once more, then helps you to your feet. You start limping over to the stairs but notices Jason is still standing in the same spot. “Are you coming?”

“There’s one thing I don’t understand…. What was he talking about when he said my death was like last time? W-what last time?”

You turn away from him, unable to look him in the eye, “Jay, please…. don’t, just…. don’t. It doesn’t matter.”

“Ma, whatever it is, I’m here for you. It clearly bothered you when he mentioned it. So, what happened?” But you just shake your head. Jason walks around to face you and he gently rests his hands on your shoulders. “Hey… I won’t push it again if you really can’t talk about it. But I’m here for you and I just want to understand. Please.”

You hesitate for a second, then nod slowly. After all of these years, Jason deserves to know what happened. “From the moment I fell in love with Bruce, all I ever wanted was to have a family with him. To hold a little baby in my arms and see Bruce’s eyes staring back at me coupled with my nose, or my smile. That unique blend of the two of us. We had talked about it, and while we knew it was dangerous with what we did, we both wanted it so badly that we agreed to start trying. However, that’s right around the time Dick came into our lives, and it was decided that we hold off, at least until he got settled. But then he became Robin, and the villains began to get more dangerous, and the job got more demanding, and on and on.

“And I was okay with it because I had my son. But Dick was already twelve when we took him in and he was so independent and strong, he didn’t really need me to be a ‘mother’ in the way I had pictured. Which was fine, we still formed such an amazing bond. However, I still wanted to have all those baby moments I never got with Dick. First steps, first words, watching them grow. So, as Dick got older, Bruce and I started talking about trying again.

“But then there was the big fallout between Bruce and Dick, and Dick left. Bruce wasn’t the same after that. Batman needs a Robin to help keep him grounded, remind him who he is and what he is fighting for. And without someone there…. It was not a good time for either of us.” You take a huge, shaky breath. “But then a few weeks after Dick left, I found out I was two months pregnant.”

Jason’s face is shocked as he takes in the news, but a moment later you watch as the realization of your words hits him. How there had to be a reason he had never heard about this before. You nod slightly. “Yeah, it’s not exactly a happy ending. But at the time, it was the happiest we had ever been. The news seemed to have healed something within Bruce. He was more like his old self, and I was finally getting what I had always wanted most. Everything was perfect! Bruce wanted to know the gender, but I told him I wanted to be surprised. That it didn’t matter because it was part him and part me, and that was all I needed to know. But we decided on naming it after his parents either way, so Thomas for a boy or Martha for a girl.” You stare off into the distance, remembering the look of pure bliss on Bruce’s face when you had proposed the idea.

Jason softly clears his throat, snapping you back to the present. “So, then what happened?”

“It was an accident. As hard as I tried to find someone to blame, it was just an accident. Bruce brought me to another one of those stupid galas that I hated so much. I was five months pregnant and already looked like a whale, so I begged him to let us stay home. But it was Wayne Industries’ annual charity fundraiser, so deep down I knew we had to go.

“However, no one realized that part of the gas lines near the hotel had been damaged in a major storm the night before. Just an act of God that no one could have known about. And I remember climbing out of the car and reaching for Bruce’s hand. Then there was an explosion and a piece of shrapnel pinned me to the car.” You lift up the hem of your shirt while also pulling down the waistline of your pants to reveal the large scar to the right of your left hip. Jason’s face instantly pales as you continue. “The last thing I remember was pain and Bruce’s face hovering over me in horror, then….”

“I woke up in the hospital a few hours later feeling a deep emptiness like I had never experienced before. And I knew.” The tears you have been holding back finally begin slowly rolling down your cheeks.

Jason shakes his head. “Ma, I’m so sorry…. But how did I never hear about any of this?”

“Bruce buried the story. Not the explosion of course, but anything about me or the baby. He paid off every media outlet in the city to never mention it again. He didn’t want them constantly hounding me about it, bringing it up every time I left the manor. So, after a while, people seemed to forget I was ever pregnant. But I didn’t. I haven’t forgotten for a single day.

“And Bruce was right in what he said today. I did shut down. I wouldn’t get out of bed for weeks. I wouldn’t eat, I would barely talk to him or Alfred. Dick even came back for a while, but it killed him to see me like that. So, when it became clear that his being there wasn’t helping, he left again. I had given up completely. Until Bruce called me one night from patrol and told me he was bringing home another kid who needed our help.” You reach out your hand to take Jason’s, but he pulls away.

His face tightens as he avoids your gaze. “Oh, so I get it. I was just a replacement not only for Dick, but also the kid you had just lost.”

You flinch slightly at his words but then walk over and take his face in your hands. Turning it so he has to meet your gaze, you say, “Jason Peter Todd. You were never a replacement. For anybody. You were my savior. I felt like I had nothing left to live for, but the moment I saw you climb out of the batmobile with that defiant little glare, you won my heart instantly. Not because I saw you as another kid to take the place of the ones I had lost, but because I could tell right away what an amazing kid you were. You were so intelligent, and so brave, and you had such spirit! But I could also see the hurt and the struggle you had experienced, and I knew what that felt like. Being that young, growing up on the streets alone, and already knowing what it was like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. So, when I saw you, I saw me. And I saw a chance to give you the life I never got. Reading you The Princess Bride, showing you around the manor, I did more that first night than I had the entire previous month combined. You gave me a reason to fight again. You saved me from myself. Just like you saved me from that prison cell. You, Jason, are more than my son. You are my hero.

“And when I lost you too….. Bruce was right. I was so angry that my family had been ripped from me yet again, that I lashed out. I might not have been able to do anything when I lost my baby, but I knew I was able to avenge my son. So, I went after the Joker not to protect others, but for revenge. And there were ways I could have done it…. Ways I think Bruce could have forgiven. But not what I did. I was stupid and reckless. But it felt so good.”

“Ma, I am so sorry….. Did you ever think of trying again? After…”

You shake your head sadly. “Where the shrapnel hit….. I can’t have kids anymore. And now, even if I could, Bruce….” Your face crumples as all the emotions you have been holding back all day finally break through the wall you had built up inside. You wrap your arms around yourself as you begin sobbing uncontrollably.

Almost immediately, Jason is by your side. He wraps you tightly against his chest and you bury your face into his shoulder.

After a minute, he whispers, “You still love him, don’t you?”

Another sob tears from your lips. “I don’t want to. I want to hate him with every fiber of my being, but I can’t. I thought I was over him but as soon as I saw him today…. Even as he was telling me he slept with someone else, all I could think of was how much I was aching to be in his arms again. He abandoned me when I needed him most and I still want him back so badly. I hate that I still love him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jason says quietly as his own tears begin slipping down his face. “Believe me, I know.”

And the two of you just stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms as you cry for the lives you had lost and the people that you still loved.

@haleviyah made me this amazing art to show what Batmom’s Night Watch suit looks like! The character is still 100% a reader insert and the physical characteristics were just how I picture her. However, I try to keep my descriptions in the fics as ambiguous as possible to be as inclusive as I can. Thank you!

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I wanted to ask you if you can write Mori Ougaixreader, but reader is Dazais little sister and she wanted to tell dazai about her and Mori in the middle of the meeting that they have(Y/n and Dazai are in theres dad mafia) bc Elise called Y/n mommy or mom

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The Incident at the Table (Mori Ogai x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶 𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗶'𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗰 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Oh, the things you do for boys.

Everything was going so well at first. You had learned quickly from a young age that you should listen to your brother and not ask questions. He was older. Wiser. Stronger. He knew what to do and when to do it when you didn’t. Even now that you’re both young adults, you’re still loyal. After all, he’s the one who always took care of you. That’s why you did nothing but nod your head dutifully and pull out your prettiest red dress when your brother tells you you’re accompanying him to see an old friend over lunch. That’s why you tried to keep your eyes down when the day finally came, and you were standing in front of your brother’s old boss as if the two of you were strangers.

That’s why you did everything in your power to still your beating heart whenever the head of the Port Mafia’s fingers strayed a little too far from his own lap and a little too close to your thighs.

But you were a good girl, despite the set of bedroom eyes that were oh-so-determined to make a mess out of you in front of your own brother. You sat quietly, you didn’t interfere, and you didn’t argue. What the Port Mafia did was always beyond you- and your brother made it clear that he didn’t want you involved unless absolutely necessary. Outside of the crime world, you were free to be whoever you wanted to be. Do whatever you wanted to do. But in the underworld, things were different. In the underworld, you were little more than a glass doll. Looked at, but never heard. Protected, yet unaware of all you needed protection for.

Even if not everything was as bad as it seems

And for the most part, that was fine. Your brother wants you to be safe. That’s all he ever wanted. And sometimes that means zoning out for an entire meal and letting everything blend in with the background. Just because it’s safer to keep you close but more dangerous to have you in so close. But over the years you’ve gotten used to tuning your attention out and forcing your attention on the one or two interesting strangers that allow you to prevent yourself from knowing more than you should. And yet…

In a room full of people, only one word was enough for you to capture the attention of the entire table. Fully. Completely. And not at all about their work.

You suck in a deep breath and bite your lip. It’s just the four of you at some fancy restaurant on the nicer side of town. A small, intimate place close to the top floor of a high-rise building. Velvet seats and dishes you can’t pronounce. It’s hardly your favorite type of place to do, even when you’re the one being specifically wined and dined. But this business lunch wasn’t supposed to be about you. It was supposed to be about something you don’t know. Something that the port mafia wasn’t too keen on letting defenseless little civvies like you learn about- especially with the connections and family you have in your corner.

You’re here to sit still and sit pretty. Your entire presence is collateral. Something to keep your big brother in check. Same way how Elise is sitting right across from you, acting as Mori Ogai’s own little collar for control. And yet, she’s somehow completely unaware of the storm she had just created with the simple slip of a word:

Mommy.

The moment she had said it, your brother’s form has gone completely still right next to you. He’s staring straight down, his hands are still poised over your plate, cutting your steak just like he used to do when you were much younger. If it weren’t for the subtle rise and fall of his chest, you could have mistaken him for a statue. You’re everything to Osamu. You always were. As the only piece of family he has, he keeps you close to his heart. And you do the same too. But you’re the younger sister of a former Port Mafia Executive. You being twenty-one doesn’t change that you’re Osamu’s baby sister. You’re supposed to be off-limits. As far as he was concerned, you were. Until now.

Until the moment you got careless.

“Heh…You know, I just heard the craziest thing…” Your brother’s laugh breaks the silence that fell over the four of you. It’s a tense, humorless sound. Something so reminiscent of the person your bother used to be that it sends chills up and down your body.

“Oh?” Ogai’s voice is calm as he lets out his question. Your eyes flicker over to his, meeting his gaze for a second. He’s sitting across from your brother, extravagantly dressed as always while propping his head up with his hand. The glint in his red eyes is dark as you manage to match his stare for a second before backing down. His smile is full of mirth. It’s teasing and cruel. Knowing, yet dripping in all the faux innocence in the world. You don’t know if you’ll ever learn to hold the same confidence as he does. But one thing’s for certain. “By all means…share with the rest of us.”

You’re a victim to it. Every single time.

Underneath the table, your hands find the hem of your dress, and you squeeze. You’re having a hard time controlling your feelings right now but what’s the point? Osamu’s always been observant. You can hardly hide a thing from him, even when he’s not trying. But the distance he’s had with the Port Mafia over these past couple of years is the only reason why you’ve been able to keep this secret for so long. But you were set up to fail from the moment your brother informed you that the two of them were formally meeting despite differences. And that you were being dragged along.

“You see… I thought I heard your kid call my little sister Mommy. But that couldn’t happen, right?” You can’t help but tense up even further as Osamu begins to speak again. He’s not too loud, yet the threat is as clear as day. You don’t miss the way his tone is laced with venom. In fact, it would be impossible to ignore the murderous aura radiating off of your big brother right now. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see people start to look at your table. You even managed to spot the concerned looks the restaurant’s maître d throws over to you. But all the attention the four of you seem to be drawing to yourselves hardly matters anymore. Not when your brother opens his mouth, one last time.”I mean, Elise doesn’t care about people she doesn’t know. And as far as I’m concerned, my sister has seen much of you Mori. I made sure of that.”

The way your brother bites out the Port Mafia leader’s name is harsh. So harsh that you can’t help the gasp that escapes your mouth out of sheer and utter surprise. Embarrassment floods your body in the seconds following, but it’s not because weren’t able to keep your composure while sitting next to two (well, three if you count the tiny blonde munch on her meal with hardly a care in the world right now) individuals who possess more power than you could ever comprehend. Rather, it’s the looks the two men give you as both heads turn in your direction.

Osamu’s eyes are full of concern, despite the cruel look on his face only seconds prior to your unintentional distraction. It’s hard to tell what exactly he’s thinking at the moment, but you can get an idea just by the way he stares at you intensely. Are you okay? Are you safe? Was bringing you with him a bad idea? How much have you not told him? When did you start keeping secrets from him? You can see all those questions floating around in his eyes, probably flooding his brain and finding how own answers in all his memories of you. He looks at you like he always did when you were scared or worried. Like a protective older brother would. And it couldn’t have been any more different than the gaze Ogai gives you.

“Your sister and I have been seeing each other for the past serval months.”

“Ogai!” You call out your lover’s name at the same time your brother slams down the cutlery that was previously in his hands, onto the table, startling you in the process. But the fear is quickly replaced by the feeling of being your brother’s eyes onto you, practically begging you to say it isn’t true. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t lie to him now that the cat’s out of the bag. You couldn’t lie to him anymore now that he knows all that he knows. Now that he’s looking at you like that. But you can do the next best thing for now. Deflect. “That’s…that’s not how we agreed to tell him.”

“I’m sorry my dear,” Ogai apologizes, shrugging dismissively. There’s a playful smile just teasing at his lips, drinking you in a blatant matter. Besides you, your brother’s mood has successfully darkened. Whether it’s from the usage of Port Mafia’s leader’s first name or the man’s entirely flippant attitude towards the whole situation, you couldn’t tell. “You know I never like to hide you.”

“Mori, she’s my fucking sister-”

You shake your head as Osamu regains his composure enough to hiss at your brother, effectively creating pointless back and forth that you did nothing but zone out to. Still, you couldn’t help shake your head and pout as you recalled the reasoning Ogai had just given your brother for exposing your private courtship of the last couple of months.

‘You know I don’t like to hide you.’

It was hardly an excuse. You knew that. Ogai knew that. But the smirk about his pale face was enough to tell you that he didn’t have enough decency to feel any remorse for you. In fact, the smirk he gives you is far from the sheepish smile you tried to offer to your brother in exchange for trying to talk things through as peacefully as possible.

You want to be mad at him for exposing the very thing you’ve been trying so hard to keep from Osamu. But frankly, you don’t have time to wave your finger in your boyfriend’s face and hope it doesn’t end with him pinning you against a wall and kissing you until you no longer remember what you were mad about in the first place. Right now, you’re more focused on making sure your brother doesn’t bring out the armed in the armed detective agency in front of all these people with Ogai as his victim.

You sighed, a tired expression crossing your face as you took in their bickering. You learned a long time ago that you should listen to your brother. But you learned a long time ago that not everything is as bad as it seems. Including paranoid big brothers who just don’t know when to quit driving every away boy who has ever shown interest in their little sisters. Including middle age, doctors-turned-mafia leaders that send you flowers every day until you stop playing coy long enough to meet him for tea once.

Oh, the things you do for boys.

[missgirlnoname]

YOU’D LIKE THAT WOULDN’T YOU

Park Joong Gil x Reader

series (TOMARROW)

Warning ⚠️: Female OC, Park Joong Gil, sexual tension, fantasy, Dub-Con, talk of sex, talk of cunnilingus, possessive, Dom Joong Gil, Sub OC.

Summary: Y/N was a runaway spirit who continuously found ways to dupe the escort team and not get caught, to be taken away to wherever they saw fit. This was beginning to become tiresome for the team, especially their leader, who was not one but pleased with your behavior.

This was starting to get on your nerves, you’d done anything and everything to get them off your back. But they just wouldn’t budge. They were like bubble gum you’d gotten stuck to the bottom of your shoe. You can’t shake them off. You knew it was their job to take you to heaven or hell, or wherever they had to! Because you were dead, and you knew it. But, you weren’t ready to leave the human world behind just yet.

And with the escort team constantly tracking you down 24/7, it was hard to catch a break. Running was all you had been doing. Running away from them. From him.

If he wasn’t so intent on getting rid of your soul, you’d think he was actually…sorta cute. Forget cute, that reaper was an absolute dream. Of course, you’d never let him know that. But, it still didn’t stop you from toying with him from time to time. That is, when he managed to catch you, all alone.

“You really are such a troublesome brat aren’t you. A nuisance.” He seethed.

the reapers hand runs through his thick black and slicked down hair, disheveling it.

That one strand hanging down on his forehead drove you to insanity. His jawline was sculpted by the gods it seemed. His skin was like porcelain glass. And his eyes were as cold and as dark as his character. Why must he be so beautiful yet so hideous at the same time.

“Am I really? Oh stop it now, you’ll hurt my undead feelings.” You said, feigning sorrow. This only earned you a spiteful glare, a glare from his gleaming eyes.

“I don’t care how many times you try to escape, your fate is sealed. So, please…” he responds as his voice begins to fade away soothingly. That is until of course.

“CUT THIS CHILDISH BEHAVIOR THE FUCK OFF!” the reaper shouts. You had never gotten a reaction such is this one out of him before, it startled you. But only the slightest bit.

“If I could get rid of you. You wouldn’t be sent to heaven or hell. Nor would you be endowed to the company. I’d be damned if I allowed anything like that to happen. One more second of your presence is enough to make me ill.” He said, gritting through blazing perfect pearly whites.

Although, it hurt you for some reason, to hear him say all this, you remained expressionless.

And where he stood, he looked you straight in the eyes and continued on,

“If I had it my way, I’d send you to a place where you’d be absolutely nothing. You’d mean absolutely nothing. No second chance, no reincarnation. A floating waste of space with no purpose.” He reiterates, through venomous undertones.

“That’s where you’d be going. That will be where you go, and I’ll make sure of it, if you continue to defy me.” The reaper warns.

And by him? He means the entire escort team and the underworld, correct? Oh what did it matter anyway, you’d continue to put up a fight no matter what.

“That was truly insightful, really. It’s helped me rethink my choice. My choice, of having stood here long enough to hear you bitch and moan about not being able to have me.” You responded, smirking.

Crap! You thought, that came out a little off. As soon as you had realized what you said, your eyes blew wide as saucers.

“ I-I mean, like have me as in to get rid of me- You know what I mean!” You shouted, a blush began sprouting from your cheeks. He seemed to notice it too. In turn, it seemed as if he were suppressing a smirk of his own. He couldn’t be though, could he?

“No, I don’t actually. I don’t know what you mean. What do you mean (y/n)?” He asked, in what seemed as if almost a teasing manner. The slightest presence of a sly smirk graced his face, and as quickly as it came, it went.

“ I- it- well- I mean- .” You stuttered profusely.

His stoic expression, hard and mean had once again returned.

“Enough!, the more time I spend conversing with you, the more brain cells I begin to lack.” He spat. Rude.

“Now, be a good girl and let’s get you the fuck out of my hands.” He adds.

I’d like to be in your hands very much, but I’m not now am I? You thought.

Oh my god, shut up! You scream externally.

You stared into space for a brief moment before snapping out of it, you looked up at him, ready to hold your ground as you have countless times. But he doesn’t seem ready to pounce on you and drag you back to jumadeung.

If anything, he did seem ready to pounce on you. But in more ways then one.

“Is that what this is about.” He asks, curiously. That devious smirk once again began to crawl onto his face.

What?

Authors note: okay sooo! We’re gonna be getting to the ✨smexy✨ time now, but I’ve decided to split this into two parts, so I’m hoping to post the second half of this imagine sometime this week! Stay tuned 😉

[inhonoredglory]

Run Away from Me: A Levi Meta

The core of this meta is to show that, IMHO, Levi’s violence against Historia in Chapter 56 is his emotional fallout from the torture of Sannes, as well as his own guilt at the person he had become. Coming from having only watched the anime, I personally found this placement in the manga of the Historia scene right after both the torture sequence and the Reeves Company alliance as incredibly meaningful, especially for Levi’s character and his emotional journey.

Levi is an immensely compassionate person, someone who wants to aspire to the “unimaginably altruistic” life of Erwin Smith (Isayama, SNK Encyclopedia). So how would this torture he had to inflict affect him? Because imagine for a second: This is the man who was the only one to truly react with horror and sadness at the knowledge that they’d been killing human beings all this time when they fought Titans. This is the man who went out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company in order to answer the Trost townspeople’s woes:

In Chapter 53, Levi is confronted with blatantly disrespectful Trost merchants who think the Survey Corps haven’t done enough to save their town. It’s the everyday things that burden these people—taxes, thieves, putting food on the table. Levi doesn’t once shoot back at them for their criticism. Instead, he listens. And then he spots a woman at the side of a merchant’s stall. She’s holding a baby and her eyes burn into Levi’s. She holds his attention while above him, the merchants continue their tirade. I think Levi’s thinking of his mother here: like this woman, she was a single parent raising a child in a city that is not unlike Trost now, a town abandoned and forgotten by society, poor and struggling. That child reminds Levi of himself, and this time, Levi can do something about it.

This is why Levi goes out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company. Levi and Dimo share a long, deep conversation, demonstrating that Levi’s alliance with them is more personal than merely the company’s strategic value. Dimo Reeves called Levi an “awkward yet kind man.” He goes on the say that Levi will “protect us and the barely-alive District of Trost, even though he doesn’t really have to.” This is Levi answering that townsperson’s accusation that “you in the Survey Corps aren’t working hard enough.” Levi entrusts to the Reeves Company the responsibility to bring the town out of poverty in the new world the SC will create. That’s his compassion, that’s his care, that’s his humility. That’s how he values the lives of people, not just by defeating Titans, but valuing their livelihoods. “A man like that must have come from absolutely nothing,” concludes Dimo.

This is the same Levi we find torturing Sannes.

In Chapter 55, the torture of Sannes happens because of the horrors Hange saw inflicted on Minister Nick. It is Hange’s passion for avenging Nick that drives the torture sequence, their anger at the tortures that had happened under the MP’s First Squad that motivates the payback inflicted by Hange and Levi. Levi’s violence is done, not out of his own desire, but primarily Hange’s. This is not to say that Levi was guiltless or without responsibility for Sannes’s torture; on the contrary, his actions weigh heavily on him, as will be discussed. But it’s interesting to note that out of all the tortures they did, breaking Sannes’ nose was the only retribution all Levi’s own (in reaction to Sannes’ justification of a series of horrific things the MPs had committed).

I also find it relevant that after everything they had done to Sannes, Levi was still visibly shocked at Hange’s overreaction to Sannes’ hesitation to answer their first real question. Because in Levi’s mind, everything they had done up to that point wasn’t torture—in one sense. It was instead a like-for-like payback for the horrors Sannes had inflicted on Nick. Note that it was Levi who had to pull Hange out of the emotional distraction of Nick’s death in Chapter 52, the same emotional distraction that drives Hange to overzealous violence here.

There’s an interesting parallel in what happens next with what Levi had gone through with Annie earlier. Levi threatened Annie with torture of her real body and said he enjoyed intimidating her as she was bound and trapped. Sannes confessed that for him, he enjoyed violence and tormenting the helpless—so why should he complain if these torturers, Hange and Levi, are the same as him? It’s a subtle parallel, but it’s a relevant theme in SNK that everyone, on all sides, are devils and monsters. Or as Sannes says later, “The world will always have people like us.” People who are violent, people who are lunatics, people who condemn themselves and get their hands dirty for the sake of some higher “good.” Sannes’ accusation isn’t lost on Levi, because this is the same Levi who looked at a struggling mother in a forsaken city and did something about it.

Justified violence is still violence. So what if Annie deserved to have her limbs cut off, time and time again, without relief of death? So what if Sannes deserves to have his fingernails torn off, one by one, without even a question put to him? They had, after all, inflicted death and untold horrors on innocent people. But does justice look like this? Does the name of justice absolve your hands from actions this ugly?

Morality is complicated. And Levi is the first to tell you that he doesn’t know how to slice it. “I’m not telling you what’s right or wrong. I certainly don’t know what is” (Chapter 59).

So now in Chapter 56, we come to the scene with Historia, right on the heels of that torture. The first red flag for me went up when Levi realizes he has “forgotten” to tell his squad about Historia’s true bloodline. It’s not that he didn’t intend to tell them, it’s not that he was not supposed to tell them. (Unlike, say, the entire Female Titan arc.) He forgot, and he’s clearly embarrassed when they confront him. Why? Because he’s not supposed to lose focus like that. But he did, because that information came from Sannes, and after that horrendous experience, Levi, like Hange before him, was emotionally distracted. That’s the only reason I can figure for Isayama focusing on Levi’s oversight like this, and showing Levi in such an obviously emotionally awkward place.

Hange isn’t here to translate for Levi, like she did when Levi berated Eren for being unable to harden during the experiments in Chapter 53. Levi takes the scenic, colorful route when explaining his feelings. To Eren, he admitted that his criticism wasn’t about blaming Eren for being unable to harden, stating that “going over our shortcomings and bitching about our situation is an important ritual.”

In this light, we can read Levi’s words and actions with Historia as a complicated picture of his psychological landscape. Notice how just prior to this scene, we saw Hange act out the aftermath of the torture by kicking the table. Levi too reacts, taking it out on Historia.

Imagine where Levi is right now. He’s taken on the role of Sannes in this new world—the executioner, the ultimate killer, Humanity’s Strongest. “Your hands are already dirty. You can’t go back to the way you were,” Levi tells Armin later, but it’s also what he believes about himself. All that idealism that brought him into the Survey Corps—a life bigger than being a thug in the underworld. Did all that idealism bring him here, to do this? He has to make it worth it, he has to make it count for something. It’s what he does every day when his soldiers die under him—he’s been there to make their deaths worthwhile. But who’s there to make the deaths and terrors he’s dealt out worthwhile for him?

Levi’s expression in the last panel is angry, yes, but also wracked with pain.

So when Historia says she’s unfit for the role of Queen, when she says she can’t be Queen because she’s not good enough, Levi snaps. “Then run,” he said, grabbing her. “Run away from us as fast as you can. Because we’re going to do anything and everything to make you do what we want.” Levi’s eyes are downcast, not looking at her, because what he’s saying is more about him than it is about her.

Because he knows he’s dark enough to follow those orders to do the worst things to a human being to make the entire world a better place. He knows it’s in his bones to commit these atrocities. He is afraid of what he found he’s capable of. He’s already come to terms with killing humans as Titans. He’s come to terms with torturing humans as humans. He knows he can and will do horrible, unforgivable things. That’s his strength, that’s what makes him valuable, useful, important. He’s not like other people—“I’m abnormal… probably because I’ve seen far too many abnormal things.” But he’s ready to condemn himself, to make his hands dirty for the sake of others. He’s decided he has to go full through with the darkness he’s committed, because how else can he justify what he’s done? “I’m fine playing the role of the lunatic who kills people like that. I have to be ready to rearrange some faces. Because I choose the hell of humans killing each other over the hell of being eaten. At least that way… all of humanity doesn’t have to be damned.” His are the hands that will be stained with blood, his is the conscience that will be stained, his is the soul that will sink to hell—all so that others’ innocence can be spared.

The 104th look at him like he’s gone mad, abusing a young, helpless girl like that. But they haven’t seen what he had to do. They haven’t seen how bloody his hands have gotten. His violence here is a desperate reaction to get someone to save him. He’s always been able to avenge the deaths of his soldiers. But this time, he is the one in need of redemption. He could not justify his violence completely, he could only plea for her to make them unnecessary in the future. By becoming Queen, it means he won’t have to keep torturing, keep killing, keep shedding human blood. Her becoming Queen means a peaceful transition of power. Her becoming Queen means he won’t have to pave the path to a new government with more blood and more guilt, at least, not more than he has to. He’s enslaved to doing what his strength allows him to do. He’s begging her to not let people ask that of him.

[roger-that-cap]

all the flowers will bloom

happy birthday to me- and what’s mine is yours so here’s your present y’all! i hope y’all like this one- 

summary: you would have never tried to leave your mother if you knew that bringing that pomegranate tree back to life was your ticket to the underworld. or, maybe you would have, because it turned out that hades was quite the opposite of the evil goddess that you had been drilled to know.

warnings: HA

word count: 3.6k

this is part- damn what part is this- five!!

You knew what a kiss was. Of course you knew what a kiss was, but there was something about what you and Natasha shared that made it feel like much more than what you had seen. You had seen many people kiss before, humans and gods alike, and rarely did they ever seem half as entranced by the action as you were. To be frank, you could have sworn that your soul- if you even had one- was floating while she kissed you. And it was still sort of floating. 

 The thoughts of whether or not you had betrayed everything you had been told ever since you were alive were going strong. You betrayed your mother, your own mind, all of the other gods above who were wary of her. You, everyone’s favorite young goddess, had done the unthinkable and kissed the Goddess of the Underworld. If they heard of what you had done, would they even want you back? You had purposely danced with death, put your lips on it, and if you were to be completely honest with yourself, fallen for it. 

You wanted to hit yourself after that thought. She wasn’t just death. It wasn’t fair to call her that, even in the privacy of your head. It wasn’t fair for them to see her that way, either, but that was the way that the world worked. She was powerful and dark and lived in a place where no one wanted to be, therefore, everyone naturally shied away from her. Most were more afraid than hateful, but of course your mother was the exception. And suddenly, you knew that everyone else wouldn’t be a problem. Once they realized that she was actually very kind to you throughout your stay, they would take you back. But your mother would never accept that. She would call you weak in the mind, tell you that you were imagining acts and words of kindness that weren’t really there. She would never grasp the fact that Natasha could be kind. 

Well, she wasn’t being the nicest at the moment. Every time she saw you, she would turn right around and walk so far in the opposite direction that you couldn't even make out her red hair. You would sometimes see her poke her head around the corner and then retreat so quickly that it scared you sometimes. If she got to your garden before you did, you would see her with her back to you, staring hardcore at your beds of flowers until she felt you coming, your energy no doubt tangling with hers. And then she would leave without a word. 

At first, you let her be. You figured that she was having the same exact feelings you were- a lot of things rolled up together just for a singular, bold emotion to come up front: uncertainty. You knew that she felt the same way that you did. When you kissed, there was something that fell into place, something so pure and right that it was nearly impossible to ignore it. You know she felt it, and she knew you did, too. You knew she wasn’t ignoring you because she didn’t feel for you. She was ignoring you because she was scared. And so were you. 

The garden was more than halfway done. You had gotten most of the plants strong enough to live without you, to the point  where you weren’t worried about them dying once you left. The soil was even stronger than the stems of your plants, supportive and ready to nurture. Every toxin that your mother put in the soil had been removed by you, and you had no doubt that if you worked day and night, that you could be released from the Underworld within a fortnight. Weeks ago, that would have been a glorious thought. It would have been everything you wanted to hear, your ticket to paradise. Now? It sounded almost like a death sentence. You didn’t want to leave. 

 You wanted to see your mother. You wanted to feel her dote on you and you even wanted to hear her scold you. You wanted to see the nymphs. You wanted to see Steve and your plants above ground. You wanted to watch the humans fool around and talk worry about things that were nothing in the grand scheme of things. You couldn’t do that from the Underworld. But you couldn’t see Natasha from above. 

 You knew that one you left, there was no going back. Your mother was going to have you on a leash so tight and short that she would never lose sight of the back of your head. She was probably going to demand that the cave and tree be demolished and that whatever portal sat under it be destroyed. She was going to make sure that you were miles away from Natasha and her world at all times, maybe even make you stay on the mountain. She was going to tug you away by your arm, nails digging into your skin like you were a child all over again, and then that would be it. And all you would have left of the queen would be memories. And you would have to live with it. 

Yet with every second that passed, you were less and less sure that you were going to be okay with that. 

Even before the night where you kissed, you knew that there was something different about her. Something different about the way you felt when you were with her, even. She wasn’t what you expected, which led you to curiosity. Your curiosity was one of your most famous traits, and of course, and that led to you wanting to know her more. The more that you got what you wanted, the more that you fell for her, irreversibly. You knew that you were beginning to feel something otherworldly with her. You couldn't ignore it. 

That was what got you standing up from a little patch in the ground that you had already set aside in your mind for a few peonies. You had it committed to memory, and you whispered a little promise to the life beneath you that you would be back. 

 You were walking so quickly and with such purpose that your sage green dress moved with your steps. Your eyes narrowed as you walked through the halls, seeing a few straggling souls roaming around without a care, not even looking twice at you. You were so intent on making it to Natasha’s room, the only place besides her dismal office that she could be, that you din;t hear someone else’s footsteps coming your way. 

  You stumbled backwards when you collided with someone, a soft grunt escaping your lips as you hit the wall with your arm. “I wasn’t- oh. What are you doing here?” 

 You blinked at the women in front of you and tilted your head to the side. She was painfully familiar, and so was her voice. But you felt like you had heard it in a more urgent setting- “Are you the woman who saved me earlier? From eating breakfast?” 

  “Just doing a civic duty to the living,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “Or, the half-living. Whatever you gods classify as.” 

  “Well, thank you.” Although, a moment of insanity occurred in your mind, and in that moment, you swore that eating that full tart and being obliged to stay wouldn't be so bad. There would be no debate. You shook your head and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.” 

  “It’s Maria.” She looked you up and down. “You’re the gardener?” 

You furrowed your brows at her and then looked down at your attire, a lively yet muted green that reminded you of watered grass, and then remembered how harshly Natasha had barked your name when she thought you had eaten. Your name and occupation was all too obvious. “Y-yeah, kind of.” 

“I wasn’t focused on who you were when I was saving your life,” she admitted, and then you nodded your head. “It kind of only hit me afterwards.” She looked you up and down, and you crossed your arms over your body out of insecurity. “When I was a human, your mother used to be my favorite.” 

Your eyes widened a bit, and your defensive posture left you immediately. “Really?” It was known that humans weren’t supposed to have favorite gods. Gods, no matter how much they said they weren’t were selfish and they loved to be adored by humans. Old gods, especially. They were used to being seen as doting yet punishing creatures, with egos so fragile yet large that they took up entire seas and skies. You were never one to care, but knowing that a human freely admitted their favoritism still shocked you. Even if it was your mother who was her favorite. “Why?” 

 “I used to farm,” the woman said, and you immediately caught the whimsical nature of her tone, and the way her eyes nearly glassed over, like she was thinking about something so sweet yet so far away. “I had my own farm, just me. I prayed to her for good seasons, for good crops, depended on her more than I ever did any human. And I was loyal. My devotion was paid back in full, every season. She always looked out for me, being a woman on my own farm.” 

It sounded like your mother. She was a strong woman who supported other strong women, and when she saw someone who was loyal to her and a true follower, she would bless them. Her occasional cruelty was spoken about almost more than her kindness, but you knew that both of her hands were just and firm. She was just as warm as she was cold. This woman seemed to have gotten her warmth. 

“My name is Maria,” she finally said, and then you nodded and mouthed her name, trying to commit it to memory so that you could ask your mother all about her when you returned. The thought put excitement and dread in your stomach. “Are you looking for the Queen?” You nodded slowly, and then a smirk spread across her face. “Yeah, she’s looking for you, too.” Before you could show any confusion, she turned around the corner with a wave of her hand and then you were following her. 

While you walked a few paces behind her, you couldn’t help but think about her story. Who was she before this? How alive was she really? Had the Underworld dimmed her or was she unaffected by it? She still seemed to have a confident bounce in her walk that only belonged to humans, the only living being who weren’t completely aware of how much and how little life really meant. Only a human could walk with so much confidence. Gods knew better- they knew it was a cycle and that they weren’t the only ones in it, contrary to popular belief. But a human might as well have been the star of their very own orbital system. 

  “Where did you live when you were-” the words were stolen straight out of your mouth when you felt something strong, something so brooding and dark that your tongue went still in your mouth. It nearly choked you, even though Natasha had done that strange thing where she made you feel as if you weren’t surrounded by death. You coughed, and then Maria planted her feet to the ground. 

  Fast footsteps rounded the corner, and there was only a flash of pin straight red hair before you felt a grip on your upper arm, tugging you forward without a word. Immediately, you pushed through the dark haze to protest, only for something deep rooted inside of your soul to realize who it was that had you in their grasp. Who seemed to always have you in their grasp, physically and mentally. And once you realized it was her, you didn’t really mind. You did, however, mind when you were placed into a room, and jumped when the door slammed. Before you could even scold Natasha for her harshness on the inanimate object, both of your shoulders were being held by each of her hands. 

 “If you wanted to leave so badly, you should have just fucking said that.” 

Immediately, her language put something sour in your spirit. Typically, she held her language around you, just like she held back her domineering nature. At one point, she even told you that you were too soft for such words, and there she was not even days later, eyes ablaze and doused in so many emotions you couldn’t even place them.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, blinking at her. 

Everything else washed away for a moment, and then it was just sheer disgust on her face. Your brows furrowed as your heart rate started to pick up, and you wrung your hands out in front of your body, something your mother had scolded you for a thousand times. “How could you-” she huffed out in disbelief and then took a deep breath. “Why?” 

  “I’m really not quite sure-” 

You should have seen it coming. The way that her eyes were turning dark, and the feeling of the air becoming more and more suffocating should have been more than enough for you to realize that you were about to see the worst of her that you had ever seen. But once you realized it, it was far too late. 

“How did you do it?” She asked, somehow growing taller and just larger all around, the dark energy around her swirling into a frenzy. “You contacted your mother and told her that you were being tortured, is that what you did?” 

“What?” You shrieked, shaking your head as you tried to understand what made her come to that conclusion. “What are you talking about?” 

“You found a way to talk to the gods Above Ground and you-” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

 “Then why did I receive a declaration of fucking war, Persephone?” The breath caught in your throat at that. It was silent as you stood staring at her, and she did the same to you, only there was the animosity of a thousand men in her eyes, anger flowing from her to you and sinking into your pores until you felt her hatred tenfold. You stumbled back. You opened and shut your mouth, trying to process it in the pause before she started lashing at you again. “Why is your mother declaring war on me with three others on me and my people? For you?” 

You still stood there, nearly trembling as you absorbed all of what she was feeling took every word, wilted with every single syllable she uttered to you. It couldn't have been the same goddess who refused to touch one of your flowers. It couldn’t have been the one that smiled so sweetly when she realized the petals weren’t falling off and sinking back into the ground to restart the cycle at her touch. There was no way that the angry goddess in front of you was the same one that held you so gently when you felt like you were suffocating in darkness. You didn’t see a trace of any of that in the woman standing before you; just irrational and unanswered wrath. 

You saw the woman your mother had warned you about. And that thought was enough to make your nerves steel, for just a second. 

You shook your head twice. “I don’t know.” 

“So you didn’t tell them all these terrible things, asking to be rescued?” She asked, her voice resembling the hiss of one of the snakes you used to play with when you were much younger, one of the green ones that liked to hide in the tall grass of the first garden you had made on your own. “Then why are they planning to march on the Underworld?” 

“Natasha, I don’t know.” 

“I’m so fucking stupid.” She said, laughing with bitterness that made your stomach churn, and she turned her back to you and began to pace around the office floor. In that moment, you realized that you had never been in her office before, and that the only memory you would have of it would be the moment you were in. “How could I ever think you actually-” she shook her head, and you saw a bittersweet smile creep up onto her face. 

“I haven’t spoken to anyone up there since I got here, how could I?” You asked, exasperation leaking into your voice. “Why do you think I would tell her all those things? Do you have no faith in me?” 

  “You want to go home. I know you do.” 

A sob burst through your chest faster than you could even contain it, louder than you could have imagined, and sounding so animalistic that it had Natasha halt her angry steps. “I don’t even know if I want that!” You wailed, putting your wet face into your hands, just like a child. “I don’t know- how could you know?” 

You looked up slowly to see her face, her pacing stopped and her eyes slightly wide as she stared back at you, all anger drained from her face. And just like that, every emotion that you had ever felt came forward. 

“How am I supposed to want to stay when I came here as an unwanted prisoner? How am I supposed to want to stay when my whole life is up there? Why would I want to stay here? My mother is up there, all my friends, every garden I’ve ever been in, it’s all up there. Everything I ever wanted is up there, but how could I-” another cry, “ how could I ever want to leave? 

 “I’ve fallen in love with this place. The darkness grew on me, the people grew on me, I’ve grown attached to every single flower that blossomed here. I would miss the feeling of this terrible soil so much, maybe even more than I miss the ground from above now. But I know that’s not it, I know that’s not what the main decision is- you fucking-” you sniffled, your angry face not connecting with the despair in your voice. “ I can’t leave you behind.”  

  Heavy breathing. Beating hearts. Twitching fingers. Silence. And then there wasn’t any. 

“I don’t- I don’t think that I’m going to be able to wake up and not see you, Natasha.” Despite how angry she and her outburst had just made you, your heart still ached to tell her what had been bothering you since you realized it. What had been stirring inside of you ever since you met her eyes for the first time. “But I don’t know if I have it in me to stay.” 

Just like that, the anger on both sides was gone. You understood where she was coming from earlier like her thought had been your very own, and something inside of you knew that she was experiencing the same thing. You stood in the middle of her office, head hanging low as a singular tear ran down your face in the aftermath, and before the first sniffle could echo across the room, Natasha’s arms were around you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She murmured, but there was a tremble in her voice, and you melted into her. 

 She didn’t have to say it out loud for you to know why she was so upset earlier. It wasn’t about the possible war- she was afraid that you wanted to leave as badly as she wanted you to stay. “You don’t have to choose,” Natasha’s voice was soothing in you ear as you and your stupid heart forgave her. “You don’t have to. I’m not going to make you.” 

 No, she wouldn’t. But there was another goddess who wasn’t even going to give you an option. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she apologized again, her voice even gentler as her familiar energy wrapped around you just like her arms did. “I just- I don’t want you to think I don’t want you here. I want you to know that I… I want to be able to see you.” 

A few seconds of utter silence passed, and then you were talking again, dipping your toes into a question you’ve always wanted her to answer. You wondered if she was going to allow herself to give you anything. “Does it scare you any?” You asked, burying your face into her neck. Your heart was still racing. 

“Does what, sweet thing?” 

“What you feel. What I feel.” Her arms loosened around you for a second, and you took that chance to look her in the eyes. “I know you’re not very expressive, but you can’t lie to me. I may be young to you, but I’ve seen relationships blossom through others too many times to not recognize what’s happening.” 

  There was a silence between the two of you that should have made you nervous, but all you felt when you looked into her eyes was the way something foreign yet familiar clicked, like the way two metal pieces fit together after wiggling them for a few seconds. Her blue eyes blinked. “Are you trying to say that Eros has snuck down here and struck us both?” 

 “I didn’t, but you did.” 

Her lips quirked upwards for a moment, and then they pulled into a frown again. You frowned back. “What are we going to do?” 

“For now, we can just pretend that nothing is happening. Business as usual. We can deal with it in the morning, but not tonight.” You went back into her arms. “I just want you beside me tonight, is that okay?”  

 You felt her nod, and you closed your eyes. If she was what you wanted, then she would give herself to you. And you would do the same for her. For however much longer you had, anyway. 

[starshipsofstarlord]

Hey!!! I'm so glad you liked the blurb night idea :) 💞 Can I request a blurb with Peter bumping into the reader while she's kinda lost at times square and he's dressed as spiderman so he tries to flirt with you, but it makes you laugh instead?

I loved the idea hun, thankyou sm for helping me with this idea xxx

“You’re a guy?”

Pairing | Peter Parker x reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | mentions of crime, brief mention of death and drugs, mention of sex

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“And there was this girl. She was really pretty, but-“ May quirked her head at her nephew, hardly understanding his blabber as he sped through his words like he was racing verbally against a cheetah, though, she was manage to uncover that particular sentence.

“Whoa, slow down kiddo.” His aunt laughed lightly, bracing her shoulders on his arms as he caught his overexcited breath. “How about you start from the beginning, and take a breath?” May had much practice with calming the boy down, she sincerely remembered how that night his parents had dropped him off, how worried he had been for them not to return. And they didn’t.

Peter bobbed his head in a eager nod, doing as he was recommended by his legal guardian, puffing the air in through his cheeks, as he inhaled and exhaled normally through his nose.“I was out patrolling the city, checking out for any bad guys, and then, I saw her...” her, the girl that had captured his attention, and distracted him from his friendly neighbourhood duties. She was much like a magnet, pulling his north face into her axis spinning world, distracting him from the things that he was actually meant to be ensuring did not happen on his watch.

“Weren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” The elder of the two quirked a brow, earning a splutter of a response from the teenager under her roof. She wasn’t a strict guardian concerning his heroic antics, though, she made sure to keep him on track for his own sake. Peter had quite the tendency to become overrun with stress from the amounts of responsibilities that he took on, and him being only young did not help the situation.

“I’m getting to that!” He was fast to defend himself, huffing his chest in as he prepared to tell May his story, from the beginning. It was quite the tale, he’d say, combined with the embarrassment of his own presence entangled in the random and friendly interaction that he had felt promiscuously lulled to create.

Queens, it was new to you. There were so many streets, filled to the brim with people that seemed to know where they were going. Unlike them, you didn’t, in fact, you’d go as far to admit that you were lost. Lost in a place that was known for the chaos that wrapped it off with a tarnished bow, and made the collateral practically fashion within its various newspapers that rounded every corner to divulge their companies’ obscure theories.

A panicked look struck your eyes, as you turned, shaking your head and pressing through the mass of citizens and finding an empty lot, scrolling through your phone, diverting your attention quickly towards google maps. It was the only thing that you could think of, it’d be a shame if you were to disturb one of the many passersby from their clearly packed schedule; you did not need that, nor berating them on your conscience.

“You lost or something?” A voice asked, making your shoulders jump as a figure, twisted in the colours red and blue, with a seam of black fell from the roofs above. Your heart rate imploded, more so when you realised who the mask wearing vigilante was. The wearer, although unknown, was infamous for the successions of saving lives that they had participated in, including defending the galaxy against outside threats.

It was Spiderman, the neighbourhood dubbed avenger, that tried their utmost to return stolen or lost bikes to their rightful owners, and protected banks from armed and overnight robberies. There was known to be something different about this particular hero, they were young and clearly had time to improve their skill set, for they were quite the clutz, and spoke significantly more to those he faced off against than what was necessary.

But this one hero, stood out amongst the rest. Not only was their suit designed by Stark technology, as you had written about in a work article, but it was far more concealing, and not to mention restricting, for the person beneath the red concoction to wear. Yes, you were in town for a new job, specifically to delve into the details that regards the world of heroes, and exploit all possible angles to how they deserved as much recognition for their stunts, as the president received for his noble speeches.

“I-“ you paused, think back over what you were preparing to say. It was without a doubt, that you had not expected the vigilante to appear in your spectacle gaze the first time that you stepped foot on the premises that he roamed, and protected. But here the spider enthusiast was, leaping down to stand beside you, burdening you with more knowledge that you could use, such as the person beneath was not as tall as you had expected, and there was definitely no way you could see their true eyes through the shallow white cases that covered them.

That was something you could write about, and make various descriptive theories about. ‘Seeing in white vision, sparked by the purity that glazed their unknown signature irises, Spider-Man halts all with the sparing of their true self. They may have reasons for shielding their eyes, much like Daredevil, not needing to see when they are overcome with various other senses that convulse their body into attentiveness,” -no, that sounded absolutely terrible.

And not to mention, if you spread that horrid writing about, Murdoc would be ashamed of ever deciding to get your aid in uncovering the route of the villainous underworld, that had take over Hell’s Kitchen and turned it into their own ring for drugs and more. The battle of New York had many repercussions, that being one, another influencing you into the career choice of being said reporter that you now proclaimed yourself as.

“Yeah, I am.” You responded with the company of a smile, and Peter swore he could feel his heart convulse beneath his suit. It’s pace was vaguely rapid, disheartening him from thinking of any more to say, he was practically speechless. “I’m looking for New York Times, you ever heard of it?” Yes, he most definitely had, it was the average run of the mill newspaper company, though, he did not know that you intended to change that into something much more.

“Funnily enough I have.” He scratched the back of his head, his arm subconsciously flexing as he did so, feeling like he had failed as your eyes remained focused on the wideness of his suit’s intense eyes. “It’s about three blocks from here, I could take you there if you want, I have nothing more to do.” From his proclamation you quirked a brow, crossing your arms amusedly.

“Don’t you have a city to watch over?” You asked, watching as Spider-Man’s false eyes widened, and he visibly panicked, realising that you had been right. “I’ll find my way, I’ve been to New York, many a time, Queens is bound to be a piece of cake. Also, a map is always handy.” A shrug rippled off your shoulders, Peter watching and walking closer as he thought of something more to add to the initial acquainting conversation.

“I’m Spider-Man.” Inwardly, and beneath his mask, Peter cringed noting how his voice rose, and it could be perceived as boasting. That though was definitely not his intent in the slightest, but he worried of how it may have come across to you. He wasn’t sure how you may have read it as, but a swarm of relief filled his lungs as he watched the corner of your eyes crinkle up, humoured by the tone of his that had significantly heightened. “Im a guy by the way.”

He felt the need to state that, especially considering people’s perceptions in the past. But instantly after saying it, he was regretful, through, he had to admit, he enjoyed listening to you laugh, it was like a melody that he wanted to listen to until the end of time. “You’re a guy?” You released a dramatic gasp, aiding your phoney response. “Yeah, no. I completely thought that you were a girl.” Sarcasm, he had well gotten used to frequency of it thanks to Mr Stark, who... well, he wasn’t around any more.

“You’re funny.” He smiled, shaking his head whence he realised that you could not see his hidden expression. “I don’t know, maybe, would you like to go to coffee with me, if you have time before you have to get to the news place? I mean, I don’t drink that much coffee, I get told that if I have too much caffeine that I get a little hyper, but I mean, I’m trying to ask you out and I have a really bad track record of-“

“Sure.” You spoke, ignoring the map that had finally loaded onto the screen of your phone. It was to your luck that you weren’t required to make your presence known at the business until tomorrow, and there was always time to kill, so you thought screw it, and decided to find it so that you didn’t get lost the approaching day. “Are you going to be wearing that, or you know, take it off?” You pointed at him, making peter surprised.

“It’s not that kind of date.” He quickly responded. “I meant just for a drink, not to hook up in the back of an a- oh, you meant the suit, didn’t you.” With a roll of your eyes, you nodded, pursing your lips together, as Peter felt the rain of relief once more. “Oh, that’s good, not that I wouldn’t want to, you’re gorgeous, that just wasn’t my intent and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Basically.” You wrinkled your nose, with a laugh, the way you scrunched it up was adorable to Peter. “So I’ll meet you here in two hours, I’ll let you finish up your duties, and change into something that doesn’t make you look you’re wearing a thong, because I can tell you from experience that those things are not comfortable. That good for you Spidey?”

“That works.” He spoke, trying his best to contain his overflowing excitement, biting his lip to do so. “That definitely works.”

“Hi.” The familiar voice of Spider-Man spoke, and you turned around, watching as a young man, not much different in age from yourself rounded the corner. He was clothed in a blue and white chequered flannel, and grey jeans, and you had to say, that whilst the amazing Spider-Man was quite the sight, this was something else.

“Oh, I was waiting for a girl actually.” You informed him, clearly messing with him, as you walked closer, a stretching smile pinning up the corners of your lips. “But I guess you’ll do webslinger.” He could feel his heart racing, but he walked closer, watching as you eyed him, a stranger met with the sight of a vigilante unmasked. “Where to, red and blue?”

“There’s this really good place on main, they sell the best sandwiches. And trust me, once you buy from there, you won’t stop...” the two of you began to walk away together, and towards Peter’s secret destination, where the two of you learnt the others real name.

[hanatiny]

Cry For Your King

gif by @barnesbabee​ ♡

a/n: ‘tis finally done, part two of Bow To Your King - read that first if you haven’t yet! hope CFYK lives up to the quality of its predecessor~

pairing: demon king!Hongjoong x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2469

warnings: sir kink, pet names, teasing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation is mentioned, dacryphilia, extremely vaguely implied exhibitionism, implied breeding kink, implied corruption kink, very slight possessive undertones, reader acts like a brat for a solid 0.5 seconds, Joong has piercings & tattoos (the latter are only briefly mentioned), brief mention of unconventional toys, strong language

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You officially married Hongjoong and were crowned as the queen of the underworld not too long after the 'incident' in the throne room. That must've been nearly two years ago now, you mused.

In human years, anyway - you were quick to be told that time flowed differently, much slower, in the underworld. And you felt it too, because while two years weren't much, you did notice that days and nights both felt much longer than they used to.

You certainly weren't complaining about it, in any case, because it meant more time to spent with your demon lover, whom you've been trying to find for a good while.

He had adamantly been avoiding you for the past week and if you did run into him outside of your shared bed late at night, he'd be pressing his lips together tightly and making up nonsensical excuses to not kiss you on top of that.

You figured he was just extra busy but you were still fed up, to say the least.

Your husband has been avoiding you and, as his closest confidant next to you, so has Seonghwa, and nobody you asked could give you anything more than a shrug as an answer as to why this was the case.

With a pout on your face, you huffed as you sat down on your large bed.

If Hongjoong wasn't going to spend time with you, a nap seemed like the most logical thing to do considering you didn't really have anything else to occupy yourself with presently.

You rolled over on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to cover your body as you curled up into a ball. You tossed and turned but you weren’t able to catch much rest, especially not once you felt the mattress dip behind you before a calloused hand ghosted over your hip.

You knew who the hand belonged to, body going rigid as you inhaled sharply.

"I know you're awake, darling...~" Your husband's sultry voice whispered near your ear, coaxing a soft whine from you in response.

Your refusal to react, even if you failed in your endeavor, amused him greatly. After all, it was only a matter of time.

Hongjoong knew you better than you knew yourself; he knew which buttons to push to make you break, to make you tremble beneath his touch and moan his name loud enough for everyone in the castle to hear.

He leaned in and allowed his lips to brush over the exposed skin of your shoulder near the demon mark on your collarbone, letting them curve into a grin when he felt you jolt and shiver from the brief contact.

“Easy there, honey. It’s just me~” He purred into your ear and you whined once more, louder this time.

“It’s not just you, Hongjoongie,” you pouted with a huff, his expression softening momentarily at the nickname as he nudged you to turn onto your back, compliance almost immediate, “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week and a half, why-”

Hongjoong hushed you with a finger to your lips, his eyes widening before he regained his composure when you kitten licked at his digit.

“All in due time, love. You shall find out about my motives soon, very soon as a matter of fact~” You could practically hear smugness and sadism both dripping from his voice, and it sent another shiver through your body while he pulled his finger back before replacing it with his lips briefly, but not long enough for you to be able to distinguish the foreign sensation that clung to your husband’s lips.

When he pulled the blanket away from you and let it fall off the bed, he licked his lips and his eyes flashed their signature red as he shifted himself to kneel between your instinctively spread legs.

Suddenly, you understood. You understood why Hongjoong kept avoiding you while he smirked knowingly, pausing his actions to allow you to process

Thanks to the passionate glow of his irises, you were able to clearly see the jewelry surrounding your husband’s mouth.

In hindsight, you mentally chastised yourself for neither seeing nor putting two and two together beforehand - it should’ve been clear to you that the reason you and your lips were being avoided for so long was that Hongjoong had gotten a variety of piercings and was allowing them to heal.

Snake bites, a lip ring as well as a stud decorating his tongue that you spotted when the organ darted out to moisten his lips.

"Like what you see, princess~?" Your surprise must have been palpable, if the gallivant edge in his tone was anything to go by.

“I like what I’m seeing immensely, but I thought my title was queen~?” You teased, although immediate regret settled deep in your gut when Hongjoong tilted his head to the side slightly and gave a crooked smirk.

“Not when you act like a spoiled brat entitled to me and my attention, it isn’t. Now part those pretty legs for me more, like I know you want to...~”

You shuddered, but stubbornly refused to budge.

“Ah, I see how it is. Precious little brat thinks she’s in charge hm~?” He growled savagely, the red hue of his eyes darkening dramatically as he clicked his tongue.

“Stupid mistake... Do you even deserve to get what has been prepared for you specifically? Or would you rather just have me watch you fuck yourself on my sceptre, which I’m aware you’ve been wanting to do when I’m not around~?”

Mouth agape, you were left stunned at Hongjoong's words while his lips curled into a triumphant grin.

From the very first day on you had been told to tread carefully, that he had eyes and ears anywhere even if you weren't aware of them till the moment of truth came, that he'd know your every secret eventually.

You didn't believe in that at the time but you definitely did now and you knew there was no point in denial, so you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth and wordlessly, finally, did as told.

Hongjoong purred in approval, his hands ghosting over the skin of your already trembling thighs. He had one more ace of his sleeve, a literal one at that, but he’d save that for another time.

“So you can follow the orders you’re given... My good little kitten wants only Sir, doesn’t she? Wants him more than anything and anyone else hm~?” His voice sounded taunting and deep near your ear.

You didn’t even realize you had closed your eyes until they shot open moments later in surprise when you felt Hongjoong’s hot breath fanning over your ear. “Well~?”

You nodded frantically with a small whimper, growing needier for him as the seconds ticked by, and you knew he could tell. He always could. “Y-yes! Only want Sir, nothing and noone could satisfy me like him~”

Hongjoong chuckled endearingly, amused by how your voice betrayed you, “Sir’s the only one for you my darling, the only one worthy of having you like this.”

You enjoyed the possessive growl that followed as it sent a shiver down your spine, your husband’s eyes flickering with mischief in response while he shuffled downwards to settle between your legs, his face close to your throbbing core this time.

His fingers carefully pushed up the hem of your nightdress and hooked into the waistband of your panties before pulling them off with ease, his eyes twinkling in amusement as they rose to meet yours.

“So cute how wet you are for me already... This worked up about just a few piercings~”

You whined, feeling caught as your cheeks flushed in half embarassment and half arousal while he let a finger glide smoothly over your slick folds with featherlight touches.

"My darling wants me to make her feel good, doesn't she?" You could essentially hear the taunting grin in his words, your reply coming out more high-pitched than intended.

"I-I do~!"

"'I-I do' what, baby?" His tone was mocking and it felt like your face had figuratively caught on fire.

You had to actively swallow your pride to answer; while it wasn't particularly unusual for you to beg for his touch, Hongjoong hardly ever forced you to do it like this.

"I want Sir to make me feel good, please it's been so long...!"

Although meek and breathy, the way you pleaded appeased Hongjoong. He brushed his thumb over your swollen clit, and you jerked in reaction as he chuckled lowly.

“So sensitive...~”

“Only f-for Sir...~” Came your weak reply, and Hongjoong’s expression softened deceivingly before you felt his plush lips press lightly against your nub, the cold feeling of the metal contrasting the warmth of his skin and sending a shiver rushing down your spine.

Based on your reactions so far he knew you weren’t ready for what was to come, his lips curling into a sadistic grin while he trailed gentle kisses down your slit before stopping right at your entrance.

At times like this you cursed the fact that he let his hair grow out a bit over the years, as it tickled your inner thighs teasingly and it took every ounce of self control you had within you to not squirm violently from how sensitive you were.

You dared to tentatively lift your head to see why Hongjoong appeared to be hesitating, only for it to drop back to where it was onto the pillow underneath as your lips trembled before finally parting in a vulnerable mewl when his tongue slipped inside of your entrance.

It amazed you time and time again how he had become such an expert in pleasuring you with just his tongue or fingers, sometimes with both at the same time.

He lapped at your sex as if he was a starved man, moaning exaggeratedly at your taste for good measure, and it brought you to a sort of bliss you rarely felt so intensely.

Your soft cries grew louder every time his tongue dipped in between your dripping folds, and when he then paused to look at you, right before you could come undone for him, Hongjoong swore he almost came in his pants at the sight.

Your chest heaving with ragged breaths, your lips parted in sinful whines caused by the sudden lack of stimulation and your hair was sprawled out messily around your head. But to Hongjoong, the most beautiful part of it all was the tears that welled up in your hazy eyes. He knew you well enough to know they were tears of pleasure, and knowing that he caused them was enough to make his dick twitch as you begged for him.

His previously innocent, soft-spoken darling had become someone who'd ask for the pleasure he provided for you and the way he filled you up so often he might as well think you were addicted.

Your sobs only served to fuel his thoughts more, "P-please Sir, need to cum so bad! Please~!"

"God..." He groaned, willing his instinct to just go ahead and fuck you into the mattress until your voice became hoarse from screaming to take a backseat in his mind.

"You're so gorgeous, angel. I could do this to you all goddamn night...~" Hongjoong's purr both unsettled and excited you, causing a gasp to sound in your throat as he went back to working on your aching heat.

You didn't know what the foreign sensation was this time until you felt Hongjoong smirk against you and slip his tongue as deep inside of you as he possibly could.

You didn't know how it worked, or where he hid the remote if there even was one, but didn't care in the slightest - his tongue piercing could vibrate.

He proceeded to bring you right to the edge with it, to the point of needing a single touch to hit your orgasm, back down only to build you up again with his expertly technique.

Two or three times, you weren't exactly sure how many times he repeated the process. All you knew was that tears were now streaming down your face unhindered, your body trembling and writhing in pleasure.

"That's right, baby... I want you to cry only for me, cry for your king..~!" Hongjoong's voice sounded so breathy and borderline erotic, it made you believe he was getting off on the sight of your tears alone.

And he did get off on it. So much so in fact that he pulled away from your pulsing core, afraid he would be unable to control himself much longer and wouldn’t be able to cum inside of you like he wanted to.

You whimpered, starting to get fed up with the amount of edging your lover had already done that night. “Sir-”

“Hush, kitten.” He interrupted you with a growl, although you frankly couldn’t say that you minded, “You’ll be allowed to cum soon~ But not on Sir’s tongue...”

You tilted your head at his words as he trailed off, your bottom lip jutting out in a mildly confused pout. He groaned under his breath, muttering about how you’d be the death of him sooner or later while he busied himself with freeing his painfully hard cock from his pants, thankful that your shared bedroom was dark enough for you to not see the black ink peeking out from underneath his sleeve, even with the faint moonlight shining through the window.

It was something for you to get excited about later, he mused, before positioning himself above you and lining his tip up with your entrance. Your hands balled into fists in anticipation, bunching up the sheets in the process.

Before Hongjoong could finally enter you and give both you and himself the relief you so desperately craved, however, the door creaked open. Your husband didn’t have to turn around to know who intruded, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I just heard y/n crying and thought-”

“Well I think you should leave, Seonghwa.” Hongjoong bit back, clearly annoyed at the older man’s intrusion of such an intimate moment.

“I-”

“I told you to get the fuck out if you want to keep your head on your shoulders past tonight...” Afraid he would be in genuine trouble if he didn’t obey, Seonghwa slammed the door shut again.

“Now, where were we-”

You swore you could see Hongjoong’s form shaking with rage at the comment he heard next, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t serve to fuel your arousal even more.

“Oh by the way, he got his dick pierced too.”

You blinked up at your husband with wide eyes while his cheeks flushed, the man once again grateful for the darkness of the room hindering your ability to see.

“You what?!”

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NHS ghost travels to the past and the only ones who can see him clearly are baby!NHS & NMJ

on ao3

“Would you believe that I’m a saber spirit?” the ghost asked. “Or maybe an ancestor?”

“No,” Nie Mingjue said. He did not put down the exorcism talisman.

The ghost sighed. “Well, it was worth a shot.”

Before Nie Mingjue could do anything more, the ghost rushed at him – taken aback, Nie Mingjue flinched, and when he opened his eyes again the ghost was gone.

He still pinned the talisman onto the swaddling wrapped around his baby brother, who was grumbling in sleepy dissatisfaction at having been nearly woken up.

He wasn’t taking any chances with his brother’s health.

-

“I’m actually not dangerous,” the ghost argued. He’d figured out that if he hovered high enough, Nie Mingjue wouldn’t be able to get at him – though he still flinched whenever Nie Mingjue threw rocks at him. He must be a relatively new ghost. “I know it’s difficult to believe, but I’m here to help.”

“Sure,” Nie Mingjue said. There were plenty of pebbles next to the place where laundry got done, and he could grab one without being spotted whenever he dunked the clothing in. “I believe you. Come down here a little closer, I’ll believe you some more.”

The ghost sighed.

-

“Just give me a chance, okay?”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“I have good reasons –”

“Don’t care.”

-

“If you come any closer, I’ll douse you in a male virgin’s urine,” Nie Mingjue said. “Ghosts are supposed to hate that.”

The ghost huffed. “Like I’m dumb enough come near you when you’re swaddling the baby anyway.”

-

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving! Just put Baxia down already!”

-

“You need more salt.”

“I thought ghosts hated that, too?”

“Maybe it’s rock salt ghosts hate?” the ghost asked, floating over Nie Mingjue’s shoulder. “I don’t think I have anything against proper seasoning.”

Nie Mingjue huffed, rolling his eyes, but he did add a little more salt.

“Ah ha!” the ghost exclaimed. “You are starting to listen to me!”

“That’s when the recipes says to put it in,” Nie Mingjue said. “I was always going to add some more of it in then.”

“I don’t believe you! You were definitely listening!”

-

“Listen, if I was a normal ghost, your father would have totally gotten rid of me, right?”

“Never said I thought you were normal,” Nie Mingjue said, soothing his brother to sleep in his arms with soft murmurs and a gentle voice that did not come naturally to him. “I said you were a pest. Did I ever say anything about being normal?”

“…no, I guess not,” the ghost conceded. “Damnit, I thought I was onto something with that. Also, shouldn’t a nursemaid be doing that?”

“Can’t be trusted,” Nie Mingjue said.

The ghost frowned, then blanched. “Right, right,” he murmured. “I nearly forgot, what happened with – uh, what happened right around that time. That would have been recently, too, wouldn’t it? You’ve always remembered it better.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t say anything.

“Still, you’re only seven. Even if they were scared to hire a nursemaid for fear of letting in another assassin, shouldn’t someone else be doing this?”

“I’m eight,” Nie Mingjue said.  

“The point still stands. Surely one of the servants..?”

Nie Mingjue sighed. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but we’re at war,” he explained. “Everyone who can swing a saber is out fighting it, and that includes the servants.”

“I thought it was too quiet,” the ghost said, half to himself. “I haven’t seen anyone else in – okay, actually, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen anyone.”

“War,” Nie Mingjue said.

“You’re eight,” the ghost said. He looked upset. “How could they leave you alone like this? You make your own food, you do the laundry, you take care of – this is ridiculous! There must be people who are too old to go that could help…there must be other children! Where are the other children?”

Nie Mingjue didn’t say anything.

Nie Huaisang needed his sleep, after all.

-

“I refuse to let this go,” the ghost said. “Even if – especially if – a whole bunch of the other kids died or something, even if all of them died, which they didn’t, there’s absolutely no reason for you to be left alone like this.”

Nie Mingjue sighed. He’d hoped that the ghost would let it drop, but apparently, no.

Apparently, he was going to have to engage.

(Nie Huaisang waving his hands at the ghost, burbling happily, had nothing to do with that decision.)

“You assume they left me,” he said. “You have it backwards.”

“…what?”

“I ran away,” Nie Mingjue explained, and the ghost’s jaw dropped. “This place was abandoned because of the war – too awkward an outpost to be worth it for either side – and I took my brother and we came here, just me and him and Baxia. I’m planning on staying until the war’s over.”

“But why? You’re the heir.”

“Yeah,” Nie Mingjue said. “That’s why.”

“…what?”

“It’s ‘sang’ as in mulberry leaves, right?” he asked. “For his name? I heard you whispering it to him.”

“I - yeah, it’s mulberry,” the ghost said, blinking at him. “And ‘huai’ as in ‘to hold’…but you know that already, surely?”

Nie Mingjue shrugged.

The ghost stared at him. He didn’t blink, which was typical of ghosts, but still a bit unnerving.

“You named the child, didn’t you,” the ghost said. It wasn’t a question. “You take care of him, you raise him, you’re refusing to return home…it’s war, you said. Because of the massacre of the junior generation that everyone pretended was an accident but wasn’t, because of Mother’s death from that assassin pretending to be a nursemaid. People do things when they get angry, during war. What was going to happen to – to the baby?”

“Massacre at his conception, declaration of war at his quickening, assassination at his birth,” Nie Mingjue recited. “That’s three bad things; bad luck comes in fours, and we really can’t afford to lose this war. Newborns die easy as flipping over your hand, and maybe the next one won’t be so unlucky, won’t be a calamity star – that sort of thing. It was too dangerous.”

“Oh,” the ghost said. “I never knew.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Nie Mingjue said. “Who would have told you? I would’ve killed them, first.”

The ghost twitched, and stared at him.

“I like Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said. “It’s a good name. Even if how you got it is a bit circular.”

-

“Someone murders you,” the ghost – Nie Huaisang of the future, as Nie Mingjue had long ago figured out, but it was easier to keep thinking of him as ‘the ghost’ – said, sitting with his back against the wall and his knees pulled up to his chest. It’d be a sad and pathetic sight, except for the way he was sitting on the ceiling. “I was trying to come back to stop it from happening…maybe even prevent our father’s murder, too, if I could. That happens when you’re fifteen, by the way. You have to inherit, and spend the rest of your life avenging him.”

“Do I succeed?”

“…yes.”

“That’s good, then,” Nie Mingjue said.

“Don’t you want to know more?”

“Why? Are you planning on going somewhere?”

The ghost uncurled himself from his dramatic misery to float down until his head (still upside down) was floating in front of Nie Mingjue. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“Ghosts that resolve their business are liberated,” Nie Mingjue said. “Maybe I like having you around.”

“…oh.”

-

“One day you’re going to save the world,” the ghost told him.

“Today, you already have,” Nie Mingjue replied.

-

“Maybe I never went back in time,” the ghost said. “Maybe I’m just dead, and this is one of the eighteen hells, punishing me for everything I’ve done.”

“Are you having a bad time?” Nie Mingjue asked. He himself was having a good time: Nie Huaisang wasn’t crying, for once, and he had him sitting in his lap, a stick wrapped in his little baby hand (supported by Nie Mingjue, of course) waiving in the air in the rudimentary beginnings of proper saber forms.

“Well, no. But then again, ‘everything I’ve done’ wasn’t that bad, and all done in the name of filial piety – I even bought already-dead cats – well, except for little Mo Xuanyu. He deserved better than he got from everyone, me included.”

“None of that made even the slightest bit of sense to me, you know,” Nie Mingjue said. “But if you feel so bad about it, I promise to change it this time around.”

“No, you don’t understand,” the ghost said. “If this is the underworld, then you wouldn’t have the chance to change it. We’d just repeat this over and over again, forever!”

“How many times has it been for you, then?”

“Well, only one. But it could be the beginning of many times! Or – or – maybe I’ve forgotten the previous times!”

“Seems like a pretty stupid punishment if you just forget about it,” Nie Mingjue said.

“…hmm. Good point.”

“You’re prone to anxiety, aren’t you?” Nie Mingjue said to the Nie Huaisang in his arms, who made an expression that was clearly his best effort at smiling. He was still building up those facial muscles. “We’ll have to work on that, in this life.”

“Hey!”

-

“Okay, so, positing that this whole living in an abandoned outpost is a real thing that is happened and is still happening, which I’m still not convinced of –”

“I don’t seem like the type to run away?”

“…you were always very righteous.”

“Sometimes, righteous people do stupid things,” Nie Mingjue said.

“Remind me to tell you about someone called Wei Wuxian,” the ghost said, now thoroughly distracted. “He’s more or less the walking, talking incarnation of that…”

“Did he have a sad childhood?”

“What? I mean, I guess so? His parents died, he lived on the streets for a while, developed a fear of dogs, but then he got rescued by Jiang Fengmian and adopted, so – are you taking notes?”

“How else am I supposed to keep track of all these names?”

-

“Maybe you should go pick up Meng Yao. If you’re planning on changing things, I mean.”

Nie Mingjue squinted at the ghost, who was supervising the stew he was making. It was meat, for once – a pheasant that had conveniently gotten scared to death. The ghost had gotten very creative in how he could help out despite his general incorporeality. “Isn’t that the name of the person who eventually kills me?”

“Well, yes.”

“Why would I go help him?”

“…he had a very sad childhood?”

“If I adopt everyone you say had a sad childhood, there won’t be a junior generation anymore,” Nie Mingjue pointed out. “They’ll all be Nie sect.”

“And it would be better for them.”

“Annoying for me, though.”

-

“ – and that’s what demonic cultivation is,” the ghost concluded. “Why do you ask?”

“I have absolutely no reason to be interested in a type of cultivation specifically designed to make dead creatures do what I say, including shutting up whenever they’ve started talking in the middle of the night,” Nie Mingjue said, yawning. “None whatsoever.”

“It’s not that late, it’s only – hmm. Oops.”

-

“It’s not that different from what I do with Baxia,” Nie Mingjue argued.

“What you do with Baxia eventually kills you,” the ghost argued back.

“I thought you said I was murdered?”

“Through an existing weakness!”

“Without which the world will end, so it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine at all!”

“I’m just saying, it would be –”

“No! I am not letting you demonically cultivate with me, and that’s final!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Your older self is so annoying,” Nie Mingjue told Nie Huaisang after the ghost had stormed off. Through a wall, no less, and that was purely to be especially dramatic about it since Nie Mingjue knew that he knew where the doors were. “Such a pest!”

-

“If we’re going to do this – I can’t believe we’re going to do this – we’re doing it slowly,” the ghost said. “You hear me? Slowly. I don’t care how much of a cultivation genius you are.”

Nie Mingjue nodded.

“And no one ever finds out about it, okay? No one. If someone happens to see me, you need to lie and say that I – that I’m –”

“A saber spirit?”

“Shut up.”

-

“Baba!” Nie Huaisang burbled, or at least something that sounded vaguely similar. He was probably a few months too young for actual speech, though.

“Da-ge,” Nie Mingjue corrected, just in case.

The ghost sniggered. “So much of my childhood is suddenly explained, you have no idea.”

“I think I’m going to tell him to call you mama,” Nie Mingjue said thoughtfully. “What do you think that’ll explain?”

-

“You’re depressingly good at this,” the ghost said. “I mean, everyone always said you were a genius, but you’re really good at cultivation.”

Nie Mingjue shrugged.

“I still think you should hold off on the demonic cultivation aspects.”

“We’ve already agreed to disagree,” Nie Mingjue said. “And knowing demonic cultivation helps me refine my cultivation of Baxia as well – I can filter out only the finest resentful energy for her.”

“You make it sound like cat food.”

“Since you also thrive on resentful energy, what does that make you?”

“A mouse, surely.”

“Nah. Hedgehog.”

The ghost acted as if it had been stabbed and fell over backwards.

Dramatic bastard.

-

“There’s a person outside,” the ghost said. “They’re at the edge of the boundaries.”

Nie Mingjue could feel his shoulders stiffen. “What are they wearing?”

“Nie colors. I would’ve taken care of it myself if it was a Wen.”

They’d had an incident with a Wen squad coming too close, once.

The ghost, strengthened by Nie Mingjue’s demonic cultivation and the bond he’d formed between him and Baxia, had ripped the cultivators in the Wen patrol squad to pieces before they’d gotten too close.

Nie Mingjue had told him that he appreciated the enthusiasm, but to try to keep the mess down a bit next time. All that blood had attracted predators willing to feast on human flesh, and Nie Huaisang was still small.

“What boundary?” he asked, and went to go look down at it from one of the windows. “Oh.”

“Is this going to be a problem?” the ghost wanted to know.

Nie Mingjue looked at the man walking up. “No,” he said. “No problem.”

“What does he want? Is he going to make trouble for Sangsang?”

“No,” Nie Mingjue said. “Just for me.”

He waited outside the door, Baxia in his hand.

His father came to a stop a reasonable distance away. “What will it cost for you to return?” he asked.

It was about what Nie Mingjue had expected. They were a practical family.

Nie Mingjue didn’t have memories of his future life, and the ghost didn’t remember this period of his previous life: the months they had spent together in this abandoned fortress, the way Nie Mingjue taught him to smile and to crawl, fed him and changed him and slept with him to calm him, the life they had shared in the world without the ghost.

Still, he had asked the ghost the questions he had wanted answered, casually dropping names into conversation with the ghost to judge his response, and he figured out what his answer must have been in that life before.

He’d asked for the heads of those that had directly threatened Nie Huaisang, and an oath that the sect would honor Nie Huaisang as the heir, that he would be sect leader following Nie Mingjue. He’d gotten what he’d asked for, but what had been meant as a gift had in the end only been a burden – the ghost wouldn’t have been so desperate to come back to this time if it wasn’t.

He wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

He smiled.

“I’d like to make some changes,” he said, thinking of all the people that the ghost had talked about – all the ones who had sad childhoods. Many were the children of the other Great Sects, which would make things tricky to start – most people didn’t want their children raised by outsiders – but he’d thought of ways to make it work, and he knew the investment would ultimately bear fruit. His father, ruthless as he was, would understand that part of it, at least, even if he didn’t understand the rest. “Back me in full, or lose me forever.”

This was even more of a gamble than what he had asked for in his past life. A few heads, even of loyal servants, didn’t matter much, compared to blood – a blank slate was a far more dangerous request.

His father looked him over, and Nie Mingjue knew that he was calculating whether it was worth it. Whether it was Nie Mingjue’s head that he should take, this time, since he himself was still young enough to have more sons. But Nie Mingjue had learned from the ghost all the secrets he’d known about his own future cultivation, added to it the demonic cultivation he’d deduced, and he was, in the end, a genius.

There was a reason he was confident enough to make the request.

“Very well,” his father said. “I will back you.”

-

They told everyone that the ghost was an ancestor.

[shadyteacup]

If you’re still doing requestsssssss how about a hcs of Dazai x fem! Reader who is like Midari from Kakegurui 😌

Ooh thats a nice one! Yes love, I'm still doing requestss

And I'm so sorry, this is so late... also it's very long n I'm not exaggerating. It's not even funny I'm so sorry

I'm Crazy, But I'm Free

Dazai x Fem!reader who is like Midari

• You and Dazai probably met during his days at the port mafia.

• I can imagine the mafia capturing you because of how much trouble you were causing in a casino.

• UK, when big businesses pay gangsters for security?? Yeah, similarly the casino you were playing at, has paid the mafia.

• You were already banned from many other casinos, as your games either end with you gaining a lot of money, or begin with a dangerous condition.

• Many people were quite afraid of you, and wanted to avoid even being in the same room as you, as they couldn't handle the severity of the danger you pose with every game.

• Anyways, so you were warned by a few members of the mafia twice, but you, being the fearless adventurer you are, flipped them off and continued to seek a life threatening game.

• So then the mafia decided to use violence, and cornered you in a dark alley. You pulled out your beloved gun.

"Well, well, well! Do you boys want a fight!?", you excitedly point the gun at them.

"Put your weapon down, Ms. L/N. We are here to warn you for the final time. Stay away from this casino. Further misbehavior will lead to dangerous consequences."

You hum, thinking up a plan.

"How about this. My revolver has 5 bullets. And there are five of us. How about we all take turns to shoot blindfolded!"

You excitedly shove them in a circular arrangement.

"I'll go first! The rules are that every person gets a chance to shoot from the center of the circle. If the bullet misses, everyone takes a step ahead, closer to the center."

You explain, grinning at the men clad in all black.

"If a bullet hits me, I'll agree to your terms. If it hits one of you lot, then you can't stop me anymore. What do you say?!"

The mafiosi were weirded out by this. What if you had a good aim, or an ability that allowed you to shoot them with your eyes closed? They didn't have much intel on you, and only knew you to be a girl from a rich background, who had come to Yokohama for higher studies.

"That's enough. Grab her-"

• Thats when our boy showed up. Dazai was curious when he overheard some of the men talk about some 'fearless girl that had flipped them off even after two rather threatening warnings.'

• So he had decided to tag along, staying in the shadows, until now.

• "I think it will be a wonderful idea. Play along, gentlemen. I want to see where this goes."

• You shot, and missed. So did the other guy. Then the other one. Now, the circle had shrunk really small. You were almost in the line of fire at this point. There was an 80% chance of getting shot.

• "That's enough." ,Dazai said, as he walked to stand in front of you.

• "You are daring, aren't you. You're not afraid of death."

• Staring into his eyes, you saw a reflection of yourself. A dark, lost soul stared back at you.

• "In fact, you arranged this little game to ensure that you got hurt. You perfectly planned it out, and ensured that as the circle gets smaller, you would be in the direct line of fire."

• "You missed the first shot on purpose, didn't you?"

• He had seen right through your game.

'What's this guy's deal?', you thought.

"Why would you stop the game when it was at its peak? Hah? Whats wrong with you, man?!", you angrily grab his collar. "I was just beginning to have fun, and here you are, ruinjng it!"

• Taken aback by your bravery, he just blinked at you.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, obviously, idiot. But that doesn't give you any right to interrupt our game."

"Oh? So who do you think I am."

You give him a 'baka janiono?' look.

"You are their leader. Probably an executive of the mafia, judging by your expensive suit. Why?"

The thoughts running through Dazai's head were along the lines of :

'Just who is this girl? How does she know about the mafia? Surely my men weren't dumb enough to tell her who they work for. How does she know about my position? She surely didn't just guess that, right?? And why the fuck does a student have a gun? Does her family have connections within the underworld? She obviously doesn't fear death. Will she be a good addition to the mafia?'

• "What are you thinking about, baka? Answer me."

• He smiled sweetly at you, and firmly gripped your wrist, pushing it off his collar.

"There's someone who would like to meet you"

Before you can retort back, he continues,"You seek adventure, do you not? You want to feel something worthwhile. Something akin to facing death, something that will give you an adrenaline rush. I can give you all of that. If you come with me, that is."

• Mori was shocked when he heard about what had happened. He agreed with Dazai's decision to make you join the ranks. He needed such fearless crackheads in his organization.

• He paired you up with the double black, making you an executive too. You hadn't quite agreed to his terms, but he had offered you to just accompany the ginger and the brunette on a mission. And had let you make the final decision .

• You three had to go to an abandoned warehouse, where some people were tampering with the mafia goods. There, you saw how sadistic Dazai was. How manipulative and bad he was. It made you fall for him. Hard. Plus, you realized the risk of being a mafiosi. It was quite thrilling.

• When you got back, you had screamed at mori to let you join. Quite literally begged. And he, ofcourse, agreed. You hadn't even given him a chance to threaten your life, which was the usual norm, when a valuable asset wasn't willing to join the ranks of the feared organization.

• You trained with dazai. And purposely got hit. It turned you on. But you never mentioned anything, in fear of being rejected.

• Dazai, ofcourse, noticed this, and one fine day, confronted you about it. You told him just how much you love him. He was always intrigued by your sadistic side. He saw a part of himself in you. The daring, brave, smart side of yours was something so similar to himself, yet unique. You were seeking the same thing that he was, that is to feel something. He felt sadness, and loneliness, and he never had a purpose in life. You, someone who had it all, a good family, a great marksheet, and a pre set goal in life, were willing to give it away, just to feel something. He, someone who was stripped off of a normal childhood, was never given the opportunity to choose. He used to think that maybe he was to blame. Maybe if he had had better luck, he would have gotten a good childhood, a purpose. But now that he knows you, a genius, smart person, who had it all, but threw it away, he realized that maybe life really is worthless. Maybe, he wasn't to be blamed. And that, oddly enough, made him feel better. To know that no matter how much lady luck favors him, life would still be fucked up, and that it wasn't his fault, made him hate himself less.

• And so, you two became a thing.

• Let's just say, that both of you are equally freaky.

• You want him to dom u, and he gladly accepts

• You guys try it all... I mean, especially with guns.

• I can imagine you both sitting at a boring meeting, when you decide to edge him on, and you're not even touching him. Your gun is.

• You both claim atleast one spare room on every floor of the building, for your.... activities.

• You are like his praise queen.

• He loves that.

• Always rough. Always. And you guys are into spicing it up.

• Anyways, you both never decide to commit double suicide.

• Thats because dazai wants a beautiful way out, while you want to feel the thrill of facing death. You don't really want to die, you just want to know the feeling of almost dying. You want to feel something exhilarating.

• When Dazai decides to leave the mafia, you are all for it. As long as you get to stay by his side, you were ok with it.

• Like Midari, you are a very perceptive person, and can easily guess what's going on in someone's mind. Dazai was easy to read for you, as his thoughts were pretty similar to your own.

• You were smart, cunning, and could read peoples mind with ease. So it was pretty easy for you to guess what's going on in Dazai's mind, sometimes even predicting his next moves.

• You really fit in with the ada, coz that place is filled with crackheads, and you and dazai are no exception lol

• Also, you get along with Yosano really well.

• Like, if you weren't so loyal to dazai, you would have become Yosanos slave. So would i ngl

• Anyways, you and dazai always mess with kunikida. You two prank him till the breaking point. You two are such a menace in the office. Always skipping work, slacking off, but really shining when it comes to actual detective work, like solving mysteries.

• You are a valuable asset to the ada, coz 1. You are smart and 2. You can intimidate the enemy into giving in, thanks to your sadistic games.

• You are also a very good companion. You can easily understand what the other is feeling, and end up comforting the gang.

• I can imagine you roasting Kunikida for being such a nerd, but at the same time giving him accurate and well needed advice .

• You do the same for your bf, and the two of you have many late night convos about topic that Dazai had never discussed with anyone before. Because no one had quite understood him the way you did.

• Midari is actually a pretty deep character, and just like her, you have many layers. There's the sadistic side, the goofy side, the careless side, the intelligent side and the insightful nature.

• You would be his perfect partner, as you'd support his crazy, reckless ideas, but at the same time keep him afloat, and prevent him from drowning in his own thoughts.

[artnrandomness]

Gaz of War: An Invader Zim/God of War Crossover Story-Part 1

So you know that drawing of Gaz Membrane from Invader Zim weilding the Blades of Chaos I made, and that I mentioned this weird idea I was gonna mention in the future?

Well this is it... So get ready to read.

But be aware that this will be split into parts (don't know how many there will be), so this is part one.

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It was another usual day between the alien Irken invader Zim and local reject Dib Membrane on Earth. Zim had a plan to execute, Dib came to stop it and the two were fighting, this time in hand-to-hand combat. In the middle of all this was Dib’s sister, Gaz Membrane, favorite child of their infamous father, who was an uncaring, menacing and angry-when-triggered little girl that cared only for pizza, video games, and to nobody’s knowledge, not even her own, herself.

All that changed however, when Zim’s portal had malfunctioned, sending both him and Dib to various places around the globe, until they eventually fall into an ancient Greek temple, where Zim’s PAK is overwhelmed by purple magic fire it touched, taking control of him and making him wield powerful soul-fueled blades called the Claws of Hades. When Dib finds his enemy like this, he begins to realize that the temple they were in was one dedicated to the Greek god of the underworld, Hades, before being eventually chased down.

Eventually reaching a dead end, he is forced to fight a (literally) haunted Zim, whose clothes have now combined with more Greek attire. Their fight affects the malfunctioning portal, affecting the reality of their universe while sending people from Earth, Irk, in between and beyond into weird scary unstable portals. The fight ends with Dib, wounded to the point where his ribs (except for his heart) were exposed, was able to escape back home through a recently open portal.

When Gaz notices Dib in his wounded state, she is shocked and horrified to see her brother like this. Now normally, she wouldn’t care, but she does for Dib in her own way, only torturing him because she thought he could handle it (as seen and confirmed by Enter the Florpus).

But seeing Dib like this have proved her wrong, much to her horror.

Just as their father, Professor Membrane, had arrived, horrified as well by Dib’s condition, the whole world shook, and for a brief second had turned into a more Greek version of itself before returning to normal. Before anyone could ask what just happened, Zim, out of his disguise, and still under the influence of the purple soul fire, comes out of the portal, hands now fused with the Claws of Hades. He uses those hands to attack Membrane and absorb his soul with them. He then attacks Gaz, but Dib, using the last of his strength, takes the hit and has his soul absorbed instead.

Seeing all of this happen to her family, Dib especially, leaves Gaz heartbroken. This heartbrokenness then turns to rage, as she attacks Zim, causing them both to fall into the same portal where her brother’s murderer emerged, and into an outside Greek arena.

Able to get up after falling, Gaz finds two blades with chains at the end of each handle and was about to fight Zim with them. But then, the effects of the Zim’s unstable portals affect the blades, restoring their power and causing the handle chains to enter Gaz’s wrists, allowing her to wield the fiery power, mastering it, even.

This power was quite a lot to bare, but Gaz, fixated on killing Zim, didn’t care and fought the soul-powered Irken. The battle was fierce and bloody, but Gaz eventually won, using the blades to destroy Zim’s PAK, purging it from the purple fire that overwhelmed it, and them shoving them into his eyes and finally splitting his head in half with them, freeing the growing souls within him. As the Membrane daughter was able to rest, she realized that, while she may have gotten revenge on her family’s killer, his death did not bring them back, much to her sadness, as she felt empty, regretful with how she treated both them and the world and how selfish she was. But before she could wallow in self-pity any longer, the Greek world she was in, along with her own, had collided, causing her to fall into a wormhole where she saw them and it’s people, including the aliens, combine with each other, as she gets knocked unconscious as soon as this wormhole begins to act up.