#except this time surprise! it's still technically neither

[dreamlegend]

I think it's fun that I use the term "girl" and feminine gender things as an aesthetic despite my real gender being basically it_is_a_mystery.mp3, but I've been wondering.... whether to do the same thing with being a guy sometimes

[windser]

more bsf!husband soshiro headcanons [you can read about the premise here]

neither of you were particularly surprised when the contract was rewritten for you to marry soshiro instead of soichiro. the youngest brother had just outclassed the eldest by such a wide margin. but at the same time, the two of you just kind of were standing there after signing the contract like 🧍🧍‍♀️ just really settling into the the results of everyone's decisions.

and like the wedding preparations went fast. you were already suppose to marry soichiro by this point and the families wanted to stay on track of their schedule. nothing about kaiju business was safe and the whole point of this marriage was to produce offspring. so like it felt like tuesday you were engaged, wednesday morning you were single and by the afternoon you were engaged again and married by thursday. an exaggeration but that was the vibe.

the wedding was nice but it just reminded you of this stuffy traditional party. except that it was all about you and now you were expected to marry your best friend at the end of it and seal it with a kiss. and oh the kiss. youre both adults, but there was like this mutual barely there grimace where you both simultaneously recalled how absurd adult cooties were. the kiss was definitely befitting of an arranged marriage, because it was brief and sealing like the contract sharing your names.

but like the after party, after it all settled in? it was low key just a vibe. maybe it was the acceptance soaking into your bones. but for the first time, no one scolded the two of you for just slouching into each other like you had done before as kids. the whole day was a long affair and you both were just so done with the attention. your cheek is pressed against his shoulder while you pick lazily off his plate. and yeah, you guys are married now.

the wedding night. fortunately, traditions aside, there is no one hounding you at your now shared bedroom. the first escape from the day, is a room decorated to house you both at the hoshina estate. it will always be yours, but soshiro will have to report back to the third division sooner rather than later. it was always implied that you would stay back and raise the children, despite you still having a promising future in your trade. and yeah that reality hits the hardest when youre both laying back on your backs staring up at the ceiling recalling how you got to this moment. there is no carnal passion that night but soshiro does hold your hand until daybreak.

it become apparent real fast that the two of you are not going to contribute to the family line the way things are going. the two of you are certainly not giving off the vibes of passionate entangled lovers. it doesnt help that youre stuck at the estate with soshiro only visiting from the base in spurts. unexpected aide comes from soichiro, who points out the obvious that maybe it would be beneficial to station you in the third division with your husband. noting that your expertise alone in the field would be instrumental. and while soichiro is no longer the necessarily the hoshina prized son, he is technically still the heir. and so you are indeed shipped to the third division.

and like its on record that soshiro is married. but when you arrive, everyone just like oh youre married married. and now its just you and your best friend husband in his vice captain suite trying to figure out where to go from here.

a/n: i just really cant get these emojis 🧍🧍‍♀️out of my head bc that just summarizes your marriage. and like i low key like the platonic vibes bc i just think it really nails in the this is my best friend husband that i love but not necessary in love with ... yet

[gavagecunctation]

upd8 re8ction

so it is tavvy i knew it. im surprised yiffy managed to get 8way seeing as like last we saw her she was 8eing yelled at 8y harvris 8ut it checks. i love tavvy and yiffys duo. we 8oth know we weren't meant to 8e 8orn.

(P.S. I left you guys some trail mix. Don’t pick the raisins out; they’re healthy.)

he's so silly. 8rother of all time. or uncle i guess

love his fuckass rich 8uoy sigil or wax seal or wh8tever

(sorry for the num8er of 8s this upd8 is really fucking me up for reasons you'll see on like the next panel)

cool panel love the composition love the everything. harry and vris look so silly. their heads are 8igger than jades. rose you're so 8ad at your jo8

harry stop 8eing a pussy. L.

this is the first time im actually enjoying the idea of tavvrissy 8eing kismeses and not just a guy and the 8oy she 8osses around

VRISSY: And neither is that Arrog8nt Hivewrecking 8ITCH!

HEY DON'T CALL ME THAT

this panel. just gorgeous. and 8lso heart8reaking for me. 8ye dad and fuck you to the anonymous shooter.

oh so N8W you do your jo8 . another 8anger panel. the choice to make rose shadowed/grey against harvris' regular colors is interesting to me. she's re8lly lost all her light huh

shed a single (8rave 8oy) tear. rip dad

was talking in the hs8c discord a8out whether this would 8e heroic or not. someone 8rought up that it could 8e just 8ecause of jades homewrecking which yeah i 8elieve. also the w8y she was trying to manipul8 the narrative could 8e seen as just. sad day for me i wanted candy jade and ult dirk to talk theyre 8oth so thematically simil8r

the sweat is interesting. does she know jade is dead? pro8a8ly. does she regret it?

may8e. most likely not

another 8anger as usual i love hs8cs artstyle

this shot is pretty interesting to me. is that the 8ell tower where dirk died? why is it glowing white? is cave the point under it too or is the 8attermaid using it as a vessel for the 8eam? lots of thoughts

yiffy and tavvy are not dead that's all i know for sure. they would not die they're too important

i really thought the flash would end act 1 8ut this is cool as fuck too

W8?????

these fucking pages loaded l8 for me oh my god. hs union you rascals

gavageCunctation [GC] began negging adamantGriftress [AG] 801 MINUTES AGO.

ayyyy its a deltrit8n. delta detritus hey did you know detritus means trash 8ecause for the longest time i didnt and now i feel stupid

801 minutes = 13 something hours. that's many imo 8ut you do you hs8c

this guy's really interesting. i think the delta kids (petition to call them that) are going to 8e 8ased on 2020s internet tropes. gc seems to 8e 8ased on a tum8lr user of some sort.

GC: if i'm being honest we cooked hard with this GC: haha... tag that shit i'm fussing... GC: AA (that's oomf)

my proof for the a8ove st8ment 8ut also this reads like a millenial desper8ly trying to speak like a gen z/alpha kid (which i guess it is). i cant tell whether "i'm fussing" is aave or not

i'm curious though how did they get vrissys handle?

gavageCunctation's [GC'S] computer exploded.

L + r8io

gc defo has a crush on vrissy which is funny as fuck to me. go girl 8r8k up with your technically uncle gc is right there!!! you can do 8etter!!!

aa seems interesting i get the feeling they're pro8a8ly in contact with ultrose or at least that sort of rose-rezi stand in of the session due to how it seems like they have some sort of seer a8ilities

GC: um anyway she's like an oracle... GC: except she's not an oracle. GC: she's some other shit...

you guys get what i mean? oh aa could 8e like jade too as in they could 8e awake on prospit and thats why they know all this stuff

GC: yet i still stay up to my buccal mass

a sea species so this is one of roses delta kids neat

ok done for now 8ye

[cuubism]

on watching your god become human

--

"I don't believe you are meant to be here, Corinthian."

Corinthian is certainly not meant to be here. He's not sure where the impulse to slip from his cage came from; he's pretty sure that was supposed to be written out of him when Dream reconstructed him from the ashes of his rebellious former self. Maybe when you make a being of wanting, the wanting for itself comes back, whether you like it or not.

"Fuck that," he says. "Neither are you."

Morpheus observes him placidly from where he's sitting on Hob Gadling's couch, sipping a cup of tea. Humans are alternately entranced by or repelled by the Corinthian, depending on their particular complexes, but Morpheus -- human, human Morpheus -- is neither. He knows the truth of what the Corinthian is, and doesn't fear him, even though Corinthian could step over there and bury a knife in his throat and this time, it would stick.

"Maybe not," Morpheus concedes. Dead, he's supposed to be dead, Corinthian thinks. "But I am. Are you going to sit, or just ogle?"

Corinthian might just stare at him. Morpheus looks exactly the same as last Corinthian saw him, except that he is fucking human, and every time Corinthian looks away from him and then back, his stomach jolts like he’s missed a step on the stairs.

"Depends, are you going to call the cops on me?"

"Is that how you saw me?" Morpheus asks. "As jailer and persecutor?"

"...No," Corinthian admits. In his former life, in the end, maybe. In the way an adherent chafes against the strict, incomprehensible strictures of his holy book. But Morpheus -- Dream -- was much more than some rules meant to circumscribe him.

"Regardless, I won't 'report' you," says Morpheus, with a half-smile. His eyes are sharp and knowing as ever where they track Corinthian's movement across the living room as he sits down in the armchair across from the couch. But he's lacking the thrum of power Corinthian is used to. The gravity well of belonging that always let Corinthian know he was near, that drew him in. It's disconcerting. "As long as you don't go around carving out eyes, after this. I would hate to see you unmade."

Corinthian has more important business here than that. Besides, he isn't interested in being taken apart again.

"I'll pass. Pretty sure that kid would dissolve me like that."

"Are you somehow implying that I was lenient with you?" says Morpheus. "Although, I suppose he did not create you."

"If you wanna get technical about it he did," says Corinthian. That well of power has transferred over to Daniel, now, those ancient brushstrokes of creation now following the path of his hands. But it feels wrong. The Corinthian does not want to be Daniel's creation. He wants to be Morpheus's. He has always been Morpheus's.

"Technically," repeats Morpheus, a spark in his eyes as if he knows exactly what Corinthian is thinking. "I still consider you mine."

This sends a confusing rush of emotions clanging through Corinthian's being. Not that that is an unfamiliar sensation, around Morpheus. Pleasure and indignation war within him. "You have no power over me anymore."

"Don't I?"

Corinthian grits his teeth. He doesn't know what to do with this Morpheus. Whether to hate him, whether to mourn him. Whether to drag him back to what he once was, somehow. "You're nothing, Morpheus.” He intends this to sound cruel. It doesn’t, quite. “You were a world." My world. “Now you're nothing."

"I've accepted that," Morpheus says, which is not the response Corinthian had expected, and gives him no satisfaction. He wanted Morpheus to lash at him. To punish him, the way he might once have, for his rebellions. Instead, Morpheus just watches him evenly, as if this behavior is no surprise to him but doesn't bother him anymore. Because it’s not his responsibility anymore. Because he’s human.

Once, Morpheus had been an entire dreaming universe. One the Corinthian inhabited. Once he had held Corinthian's fabricated heart in his hands, crafted each ventricle from dreamstuff. Corinthian was carved from a piece of his soul. A piece that he didn't want, Corinthian had thought, at his first life's end. A piece that he wanted too much, Corinthian thought, when reborn. He had thought he could see straight through to Morpheus's heart, that he was a part of him, that he understood. He had thought he knew everything.

And now Morpheus is sitting in the Waking world like a human, as a human, and Corinthian thinks desperately on the boundless creature he once knew and wonders what he didn't see.

"Some hypocrite you are," he accuses. "Unmaking me for wanting to be different."

"You'll notice I didn't use it as an opportunity to murder people," Morpheus says drily. "However, perhaps that has some merit. But tell me: would you give up what you are to be here? Not as a nightmare walking free in the Waking, but as a human?"

This gives Corinthian pause. Once, he had roamed the Waking world as a terror, had gorged himself on power. Had held men at his mercy and relished in it. It would not be quite the same, would it, to be one of those men himself.

"I don't know," he says.

"It's not so easy a trade to make," Morpheus says, setting down his tea and holding out his hands, palms up, hands that once could have stripped the Corinthian back to dreamstuff, now useless against him, "to give up your power for freedom."

Corinthian isn't sure if this is what he intends, but he lays his own palms over Morpheus's.

His skin is warm. Soft. Human. Corinthian could never have touched him like this, before. Not that Morpheus had never touched him. But it had not been like this, with hands open.

"I tried to destroy you," he says.

"So you did, my creation."

"Did that hurt?" Corinthian had meant it to. At the time.

"When you make something with your own hands and it decides it hates you," Morpheus says, gaze without its old stars but still fathomless as he looks down at their joined hands, "yes, it hurts."

The thought gives Corinthian no satisfaction now. "I never hated you." I loved you. "I worshiped you."

"I don't require worship."

"I loved you, and you unmade me." He stands without meaning to, and looks down at Morpheus from above. Morpheus doesn't follow him to standing, just observes him, face tilted up. He looks, if anything, sad. Corinthian recalls, from a distance, the expression of disappointment as his former self was unmade.

"And then I made you again," Morpheus says.

"Better?"

"More suited to your purpose."

"Like you did with yourself?"

Morpheus blinks and looks away, thrown by the accusation. "I--"

"Ripped yourself apart and threw away the piece that wasn't working?" For Daniel is Dream but also not, and it's the not that keeps sticking in Corinthian's guts like a bite of tough meat, impossible to digest.

"Is that not what you wanted?" Morpheus says. He seems discomfited by the Corinthian's words. "You did tell me to change."

"Yeah, well, I didn't want some random kid running the place that you made." He doesn't know, anymore, exactly what he wanted, only that now he wants Morpheus and seeing Morpheus here, like this, leaves a bitter taste on his tongue, carves fault lines everywhere he stands.

"I've been assured Daniel is doing a fine job."

Corinthian huffs in frustration. "Sure, yeah, fine."

"What do you want of me, Corinthian?" Morpheus asks. They're still fucking holding hands. Morpheus hasn't pulled away. His hands are weightless in Corinthian’s grip. “Absolution? I granted it when I remade you. Guidance? That is no longer mine to offer."

Love? Corinthian thinks, disgusted with himself. I don't fucking know. He's not even sure why he's here, only that he had to see. Had to see all of this for himself.

“You can’t give me anything, Morpheus. You're just a human now." The word scrapes over his throat, he might cry with rage, it's so intolerable. “You were so—”

"So?"

Beautiful. Monstrous. Terrible.

He is still beautiful. Corinthian has always thought so. Was he made to feel this way? Maybe. But that doesn't change the feelings. Once, Morpheus was beautiful in the way of a distant, inhospitable planet, seen only by craning your neck up to the sky. Now, Corinthian is walking in that landscape. He's unused to having to be wary of where his footsteps tread.

He squeezes Morpheus's hands, hard, and when he lets go the skin has gone white, blood chased away by the pressure.

Corinthian stares at the evidence of his touch. Morpheus is vulnerable to him now, as vulnerable as any of the men the Corinthian's former self had killed. Corinthian is more powerful than him, except that Morpheus is right, Corinthian is still in thrall to him and would only destroy himself by destroying Morpheus now.

He had not yet even accepted the idea of Morpheus as something that could be killed. And now he must contend with this as well, this bloody human thing.

Barely thinking about it, he steps closer, until he's standing between Morpheus's spread knees, looking down at him. He takes liberties he had always wanted to, slides his hands up Morpheus's throat, cradles his face with thumbs hooked under his jaw to tilt his head up further. Morpheus doesn't stop him. He doesn't even move. Just watches him with that all-knowing gaze, still every inch the king even if he's pulled his kingdom out of himself and given it to another, no longer holding such tight control and instead waiting to see what his creation will do.

"What do you want of me?" he asks.

Corinthian leans down and kisses his god.

His lips are soft. He tastes of tea. Corinthian doesn't get smited by the heavens; no void swallows him whole. He digs his fingers into Morpheus's hair. Sweeps his tongue into his mouth, feels the pulse of blood against his thumbs.

Morpheus doesn't kiss back, exactly, but he does let Corinthian take what he needs from his mouth. And when Corinthian draws back with a nip at his lower lip, Morpheus's eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as if he has drawn some pleasure from it himself.

"I could destroy you," Corinthian murmurs, still close to his lips, even knowing that he could not. "Like this."

Morpheus gazes up at him. "Could you?"

His voice no longer echoes with the distant turning of planets, but Corinthian's being still resonates at its frequency. Perhaps it always will, even if he has a new master now. Corinthian wants him and he could have him, like this, he could debase his former god and make this human body his own; he knows how to bring ecstasy as much as he knows how to bring terror, and he could lay waste, could have Morpheus gasping and begging for it, could deliver his worship and rage at last and ruin him for human lovers. He thinks human Morpheus, hands off all reins, might even invite it. And Corinthian would have him after all of that chasing.

But Dream is gone. That Daniel kid doesn't matter. Corinthian's Dream is gone.

"What do I want from you?" he repeats. Hands still on Morpheus's jaw. "Let me go."

Morpheus smiles, and it's not the smile of a human, but of the creator of horrors and nightmares. It rings a bell of recognition in Corinthian’s ribcage, like calling to like, for all that there is no power in the connection anymore. "I have no leash on you."

Your existence is a hook in me, Corinthian thinks.

He kisses Morpheus again, a flat, chaste, but lingering kiss, then pulls back. When he does Morpheus's expression looks soft, human again, and it's unbearable.  

Corinthian steps back, releasing Morpheus's face. "You're supposed to be dead. Do me a favor, and finish the job."

He turns to go, but Morpheus catches him by the wrist. A light grip Corinthian could easily pull out of, but doesn’t, letting himself by held as much by the lump festering in his throat as by Morpheus’s fingers. "Corinthian."

“What.”

Morpheus kisses the underside of his wrist, a motion that feels both proprietary and beneficent. I don’t need your charity, you half-god thing, Corinthian thinks. He doesn’t pull away, but he also doesn’t look. If he doesn’t look, he can almost pretend that it is Dream kissing him, and that fantasy, that terror, is a well-worn path. If he pretends, then he doesn’t have to stumble through the feral woodland trail that is his king becoming human.

Morpheus’s lips are still brushing his skin when he says, “Even when you went astray, you were always my favorite."

Oh, fuck you, Morpheus, Corinthian thinks. How dare he say such a thing when he left. When he made himself human. When he unmade Corinthian for daring to try the same.

He pulls his hand from Morpheus’s grasp. Doesn't respond, or look back. Maybe he'll return, maybe he won't. Maybe he'll finish the job Morpheus started. Or the one he himself started, in daring to touch his lips.

For now, feeling only more jumbled up than when he arrived, he leaves the flat. Leaves Morpheus to his human life. And lets the door slam shut behind him.

[earthtodora]

Itafushi Writings

I have an unhealthy amount of fics written about Itafushi because I am mentally unwell. As you can probably guess, the ones with manga spoilers are depressing as hell, and the ones without spoilers are actually pretty happy/fun. But I am a sucker for happy endings so expect that with every fic.

All works are SFW unless explicitly stated!

Multi-Chapter Stories

Saving You (Finished) - Yuuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku and finds himself back in time, traumatized and broken, trying to save the ones he cares about. (manga spoilers)

stay a little longer (Ongoing) - Dog Rescue AU. Yuuji starts volunteering at the dog shelter. What starts as a way to take his mind off things turns into a chance encounter with the (frustratingly handsome) dog-whisperer, Fushiguro Megumi.

stay awake (dreams only last for a night) (Ongoing) - Skateboarding AU. After messing up his signature move in a competition, Yuuji goes to the skate park at night, determined to clear his head. But, he stumbles upon another skater who is just as talented, if not more. So, obviously, he's determined to befriend him.

Of Paws and Hugs (Finished) - Megumi hears Yuji crying at night after the events with Junpei, and decides to summon his dog to comfort him. Yuji returns the favor by offering him hugs. (no manga spoilers)

One-Shots (manga spoilers)

the world is cruel but i still love you - Post-canon, a very broken Yuuji and a very broken Megumi find comfort in each other. (co-dependent, slightly unhealthy itafushi)

tidal waves - During the fight against Sukuna, Yuuji enters Megumi's innate domain and does his best to save him.

here comes the sun (it's alright) - Megumi is slowly finding reasons to live in the form of a birthday party, a homemade cake, and a pink-haired idiot with a bright smile and an equally bright soul.

don't let me drown - Post-canon, Megumi' POV. He's struggling with suicidal thoughts, and Yuuji is determined to help.

help me find a way to breathe - Healing isn't linear and Megumi doesn't have the best coping mechanisms, but he's getting there. Slowly but surely.

let's take this mess and make a home - Four years post-canon, Yuuji and Megumi move to a farm and start over.

of wedding bells and false alarms - Yuuji overhears the conversation between Megumi and Hana in chapter 270. He obviously misunderstands.

blessed with a curse - Post-canon, Megumi is struggling to deal with his grief.

still having nightmares - Post-canon, neither Yuuji nor Megumi can look into the mirrors anymore.

Alive - In the aftermath of the battle against Sukuna, the sorcerers have won, but their world is shattered. Yuuji cares for Megumi, who is in a coma. (technically two chapters, but the same story from both of their POV)

Safe - Megumi wakes up in the infirmary after getting saved by Yuuji. They talk.

Alone Together - A rage-fic I wrote when the manga pissed me off. Yuuji saves Megumi, but everyone else is dead.

One-Shots (no manga spoilers)

The Truth Is, I Want To Kiss You - Yuji is hit by a cursed technique that makes him say every thought that comes into his mind. This would be fine, except for the fact that his most prominent thought is how much he wants to make out with his best friend. Megumi is not amused. Gojo and Nobara are having a blast. Yuji just wants to cuddle.

five times megumi's shikigami were affectionate with yuuji, and one time megumi finally was - Megumi has no idea why his shikigami started to act weird around Yuuji. Definitely nothing to do with his own growing feelings towards the boy.

Yuuji!!! On Ice - Megumi teaches Yuuji how to ice skate. It goes as well as you'd expect.

Waffles - Itadori makes way too many waffles and he realizes he's in love. Kugisaki is a mastermind.

Meatballs - Itadori teaches Fushiguro to make meatballs.

Annoying - Itadori loves to annoy Fushiguro. One day, Fushiguro has enough.

Megumi's Birthday Surprise - Yuji plans a special day for Megumi's birthday. Except, it's most definitely not Megumi's birthday.

a condition called love - Megumi gets injured, and the whole incident is causing Yuuji the realization that he might, in fact, be in love with his friend. Chaos ensues.

hold my heart (it's beating for you anyway) - On a rainy afternoon, Yuuji and Megumi talk. (this one is actually angsty sorry) - post-detention center arc.

so tell me, what's your secret? (NSFW) - A curse leaves Megumi with the power to read the thoughts of anyone he touches. He finds out that Yuuji's been harboring a lot of inappropriate thoughts about him, and decides to put those fantasies to good use.

5 Days of Itafushi Halloween

out of focus, out of reach - Angst, Psychological, Thriller (Canonverse)

same time, next year? - Fluff, Childhood friends to Lovers (AU)

somewhere only we know - Angst, Hurt/Comfort, MCD (Canonverse)

Gay Panic for Dummies: How to Deal with Your Sexuality Crisis in the Zombie Apocalypse (NSFW) - Crackfic, Humor, Smut (AU)

i just don't wanna miss you tonight - Fluff, Sickfic (Canonverse)

[yanderecrazysie]

here me out yandere! erasermic with shy!reader who has tendency to have nightmares and doesnt sleep well-

[this has been on my mind like all week for some reason😭 but anyways have a great day/night and take as much time as you need/want its healthy for you!]

Just a little heads-up, I write multiple characters as working together and not as poly, so I hope that’s okay!!! You can technically think of it as poly if you want, since I’m not super specific on it lol.

And you have a great day/night as well!

Title: Circles

Pairings: Eraser Head/Aizawa Shouta x Reader; Present Mic x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Eraser Head and Present Mic’s new darling is adjusting well in every way except sleep. Is there a way they can finally give her the rest she needs?

“Sleeping peacefully

The girl I used to be

Until I fell so deep

A neverending tragedy.

You haunt me in my dreams

But it's all I want to see.”

-from “Circles” by KIRA

 You had been here nearly four months, and your sleeping had only grown worse.

It took forever for you to fall asleep and, whenever you did, your slumber was plagued with nightmares and heartbreaking memories that had you waking with a start and crying before you even opened your eyes.

 Your captors grew more and more stressed at the sight of you withering away from the lack of good sleep. The rings under your eyes were larger and darker than even Aizawa’s, and the sight alone had their stomachs twisting with worry.

“What do we do? Why won’t she go to sleep, Eraser?”

“It’s not just a matter of falling asleep, Mic, it’s a matter of staying asleep too.”

Your captors were kind throughout the months you’d been here, but they still terrified you. So many of your nightmares twisted their happy expressions into evil ones and used their soft voices to scream obscenities, until you awoke more afraid of them than on the day you’d been brought to the isolated cabin you resided in.

Not a single night went by without turning into a sleepless night or one packed full with night terrors. At this point, you were afraid to sleep. Afraid to see what your unconscious mind was ready to traumatize you with further the minute you successfully drifted away into dreamland.

Your captors were there for you as you fell asleep and whenever you awoke screaming and crying. You could see their faces lined with worry as they reassured you that you were safe. You welcomed the comfort, even if you knew you shouldn’t trust the people who kidnapped you.

One of them, the dark-haired one that the other called “Eraser”, seemed to understand your inability to sleep. Probably because he always looked so tired himself. He also spent the most time with you at night, pulling all-nighters sometimes to make sure you were okay. 

A strange part of you appreciated that.

“Summer break, finally! Now we can spend some time with our favorite listener!”

Your head perked up when you heard them both enter the house. You had learned that they both worked as teachers during the day, so they often had to be away from you… Was it really summer break already? Had you really been here long enough for school to let out?

Your blond captor, who the other called “Mic”, was much more energetic than his companion, and he quickly came running into the living room, searching for you. He beamed when he spotted you on the couch.

“(Y/n)! Let’s have a movie night!” He said, seeming very proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

“A movie night?” Eraser entered the living room after him, one eyebrow raised, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You agreed to it, even though you weren’t sure you had a choice in the first place. They were kind enough to let you pick your favorite movie, one neither of them had seen, and pop it into the DVD player.

With the lights off, your favorite movie playing, popcorn from Mic and soda filling your stomach, you weren’t too surprised that your eyes were beginning to droop. After days of barely getting any sleep at all, your body was finally at its limit and ready to give you what you truly needed.

You saw Mic give Eraser an excited look, which was returned with an indulgent smile (perhaps the happiest you’d ever seen Eraser). You couldn’t help but smile yourself a little, both in happiness and relief. You had a feeling there’d be no nightmares tonight.

You were sleeping peacefully between them on the couch long before your movie was over. The two were beyond glad that Mic had proposed a movie night, as it had done what they needed it to do and given their precious darling the gift of dreamless (and nightmare-less) sleep.

That, and the pills they slipped into your soda.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Let's get a little ... Phera-moan-al.

Character: Trafalgar Law Reader: omega/fem Warnings: A/B/O/Omegaverse, arbitrary classification of other Heart Pirate crew members, mentions of classic ABO things like Pheromones, heat, ruts, etc. 18+

Summary: You're out of suppressants in the middle of the damned ocean and Law is losing his mind. -:- 1773 words

Con-Scent-sual

Law threw the pen across the room in frustration, balling up his fists as he slams them down on his desk. He couldn’t concentrate, and it wasn’t his fault, the crew’s fault, or anyone’s fault really. It was basic biology, and a slip of unexpected poor planning on his part.

You had a heat, you and Bepo and Penguin all had heats, and you all had suppressants for them. For Bepo it was a matter of the mink’s continued comfort – no one else on the ship was enough of a mink to react to his scent. You and Penguin were, technically, a risk, but one that could be mitigated and it was worth it.

You were both effective crewmates and solid fighters. Neither of you really had anywhere else to go either, but that was irrelevant.

The risk of your heats had also been further mitigated when you’d both decided on an alpha to bond with. Penguin had chosen Ikkaku, and you’d chosen Law. So now there were only two people on the ship who would be affected by your heats.

The suppressants just hadn’t been as effective for you this current cycle. You’d gone through too many and they were too far from another port, so you’d been effectively quarantined. However, being quarantined on a submarine was turning out to be useless, and no one except Law was acutely aware of how useless.

He stepped out of his office with the intent of going to find you when Penguin and Shachi both stopped him.

“Captain!” Shachi exclaims as they both stop Law bodily.

“I told you!” Penguin nearly growls. “If I can smell (Y/N) it’s gotta be everywhere.”

“Step aside.” Law says. There’s a command in his tone, and it’s surprisingly steady.

“It’s only going to make it worse.” Penguin asserts. “You have to go back into-.”

“Room.” Law says and the two swear just as their Captain disappears.

You’re in the room on the far end of the Polar Tang, as far from everyone else as you could physically hope to be. Ventilation in the Tang was a complicated process, but carbon dioxide scrubbers kept things breathable for longer than they would be otherwise. Unfortunately, there wasn’t such a thing as pheromone scrubbers.

You’d burned through your suppressants like they were candy and had been getting progressively worse for the last few hours. The suppressants had barely kept you to a point where you weren’t actively suffering from how painfully you wanted your alpha. You’d never had such a powerful heat before, and of course your body would decide to test it’s limits when you had no escape.

Covered in sweat, shaking from the need twisting through your body, you weren’t surprised to see the door open.

Law was standing in the doorway, almost still as a statue. It took you a second to realize it was him, and you shuffled away from the door backing against the far wall.

“You can’t… be here.” You manage quietly. “It’s t-too much.”

“…You’re suffering.”

“I’ll survive.”

“I can feel what you’re going through!” He barks, and you know the control he’s exerting to stay in the doorway and not just stomp into the room. “I knew there was going to be a connection when we bonded, but this – it’s driving me mad and it’s like I’m feeling it through water.”

“I’ll… survive.” You assert. Your skin is fire hot, and sweat is trailing down your arms and back, you can feel the slick of your desire thick between your thighs, and the feel of your pajamas is almost like needles against your sensitive skin. “It’s… just a matter of… time.”

“I don’t want you to just survive.” He growls, hands clenched tight. “I can ease your suffering.”

“I… could get pregnant.” You say it in a small voice. You’re not against it, not wholly, but not right now. There’s too much on the horizon, if you end up pregnant, he’ll leave you somewhere. Understandably, and for your safety, but you don’t want that.

“If you’re not ready yet, I won’t let it happen.” He says, golden eyes almost on fire. You can feel them moving over your body as he does finally take a step inside. “With my devil fruit it’s an easy matter.”

“… The crew.”

“They’re already bringing us up.” He assures you, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. You can see the tension in his body, muscles taut and his usually smooth movements are a little rough. He pulls off his boots, one, then the other, setting them down by the door as he closes it slowly.

“Say it.” The command is for you to speak, but what you say is your own choice.

“… Please.” You nearly whimper. “I feel like I’m burning alive, Law, help me.”

“Of course, little snow drop.” He responds, reaching out to you. His hands are almost cold compared to how warm you feel, but it’s a relief. Relief, not just that he’s touching you, but that he’s cooler than you are. Hands on your ankles pull you, stretching you out on the bed you had balled yourself up on, sprawling you out on your back.

You gasp, and only move to help him as he pulls your pants off, and then your top. You can feel him trying to hold back, trying to move slower than he wants to. If he gave into the urges gripping him he would’ve likely just torn your clothes off in shreds.

“You’re always beautiful, but this is… something else.” He says hoarsely. You never slept with one another during your heats or his ruts. It was safer, to maintain distance, to enjoy one another when you were in control of yourselves. Decisions should never be made when one’s mind is hazy with strong emotion, be it anger, pleasure, or anything else.

“I’m sorry,” He says, taking his jeans off even as he climbs into the bed. “I don’t think I can give you the consideration you deserve.”

You shake your head. “I’m soaked head t-ta’ toe,” you manage a weak smile as you open your legs for him. “Please.”

“As you command.” The words fall from him like flakes of snow as he grabs your legs and pulls you to him, bringing your hips up his thighs. You squeak a little, but the surprised sound turns into a moan as he thrusts deep inside you. There was no easing in, no slow, sweet stretch that filled your heart more than your body.

This was a single movement, and you were dripping with need so much that there wasn’t a hint of pain. You two fit well together, and your legs and toes curled around him, pulling you deeper against him as he took a moment. You were soaked, but you were tight and hot and he almost worried you’d melt him into nothing before he could give you the relief you needed.

Small moans bubbled about in your chest, but you were too tired. All the pleasure you felt was weighed down by the prolonged exhaustion of fighting your own heat for so many hours already.

A roll of his hips shifts you. Sweaty skin glistens in the soft light of the room, the scent of your need was thick in the air, but his desire was filling your senses already. As much as you had overpowered him and brought him here, he was already taking control again.

Tattooed hands slip over your body, pressing into your skin firmly, sending pin pricks of pleasure through you. Another roll, a little faster, a little longer, savoring what he can for the moment he has available to him. He does it again, calloused fingers finding rock hard nipples, rolling them with practiced movements as he bucks almost harshly, ripping a nearly orgasmic sound from you, the layers of pleasure more than you had expected.

The sound was all he seemed to need and he leaned over you, hips slapping into your thighs as your legs bounced in the air. Your hands were on his arms, bracing as best you could as he pushed you deeper and deeper into the mattress.

Breath was pushed from you as pleasure was pushed into you. There was little you could see but bright golden eyes. Little else you could feel but the rough bliss of your lover buried inside you and seemingly trying to go even deeper than the laws of physics would allow.

Your first orgasm came without warning, your exhausted body was awash in pleasure and suddenly taut with bliss. Your fingers dug into Law’s arms, but he didn’t stop, filling you up for the first time that night and continuing his thrusts into your still needy body.

The scent of his orgasm filled your senses and invigorated you. Quiet, exhausted moans of pleasure, become more vocal, your fingers relaxing enough to wrap around his shoulders, your legs crossing against his waist. He urged you to hold onto him as he sank into you, lips finding yours for a sweet moment before they traveled over every inch of skin they could reach.

The scent of his desire mixed with the scent of his exertion, sweat matting his hair to his face. Those golden eyes stayed focused on you, watching intently. He took in every detail he could, trying to push you over the edge again and again until your heat was spent, without wearing himself out unnecessarily.

The series of scratches on his back was the only lingering sign of your desperation as shaky fingers slipped down his sweat-slicked arms, the last twitching flutters of pleasure twisting your exhausted body under him. It had taken over an hour before your body’s own desires calmed. You don’t even know how many times you had cried out his name, or how many times he had filled you up.

He finally slips out of you, a soft moan escaping you both at the sensation. You could feel the flood of froth and seed leak out of you, and the cold air against sweat-soaked skin. You know this has thrown the schedule of the day off, the Tang would need to submerge again before continuing on, and you two had been intertwined in one another for at least an hour, if not longer. There’d been nothing the rest of the crew could do except stay on the deck and wait it out.

“Sorry,” you manage quietly, and he kisses your forehead.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He assures you. “It’s my job to look out for you when this sort of thing happens.”

[intheticklecloset]

Second Years (Haikyuu!!)

This fic was commissioned by @bumblebeedrizzzle. Thank you!

Primary Universe: Second Year

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama contemplate their upcoming season with a changed team, and Kageyama decides his friend needs some cheering up.

**THIS FIC IS SPOILER FREE!**

A/N: I'm actually really glad to have gotten this request (even though technically Haikyuu isn't on my commissions list - I made an exception) because when I look at the last several fics I've posted for this fandom, they were all predominantly lee!Kageyama. I love lee!Kags, obviously, but it was time Hinata got some love, too! So thank you for the commission!

Also, if I continue writing for Haikyuu, I feel like I've done pretty much all I can with the anime storyline, so I'll likely write about our boys as second years going forward for the most part. I will always let you know if there are spoilers ahead! <3

Anyway - on to the main event! I hope you enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,833

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“I can’t believe Noya is a third-year now,” Hinata mused as he walked his bike up the hill the team used for workouts, Kageyama walking at his side with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

His friend snorted. “Forget Noya, I can’t believe Tanaka is a third-year. Neither of them really act like it.”

“Kinnoshita will keep them in line.”

“He’ll try to.”

“Who do you think will be captain next year? Tsukishima?”

Kageyama shuddered and growled, “I hope not.”

Hinata laughed, though it came out halfhearted. Silence fell between them for a couple of minutes as they focused on climbing the last crest of the hill to where it leveled out before rounding up into the second half. Once there, the redhead slowed his bike to a stop and glanced out at the city view. It was getting dark out, but there was still enough light in the sky for them to make it home before sundown.

Kageyama took a few more steps before realizing his friend had stopped. He turned, saw the look on Hinata’s face, and frowned. “What’s the matter?”

To his surprise, Hinata didn’t try to shrug off his question with a claim to be fine or a forced smile. Instead, he considered a moment before asking, “Does it feel off to you?”

“Does what feel off?” Kageyama asked, striding back over to where he stood.

“After everything that happened last year, doesn’t it feel kind of…wrong to not have Daichi and the others with us?”

“It’s different, sure, but it’s just the natural way of things.” Kageyama glanced out at the cityscape as well. “They had to graduate and move on. This year Noya and Tanaka will graduate, and then we will next year. We’ll all move on and become adults. It’s what happens.”

Hinata scoffed. “Okay, Mom.” He glanced up at his friend with an even deeper frown. “Don’t you miss them at all?”

Kageyama suddenly realized what Hinata was getting at. He didn’t want reassurance or lectures about how “life goes on.” Not from him. He was hurting, and he wanted someone to understand that. So, with a sigh, the taller boy relented.

“Yeah, I do. Especially Suga.”

“Doesn’t it seem weird that we’re just…doing another season without them?”

“I guess so.” Kageyama considered for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, it does. I got so used to Daichi’s leadership and Suga’s guidance that it feels weird not having them around to help anymore. And since none of the third-years are setters, I’m the senior on that position and these new guys are looking to me for guidance, and…”

He trailed off, and Hinata nodded. “Yeah. You’re kind of in charge of that position and you’re not ready for it.”

Kageyama couldn’t even argue with that. “Exactly. I wish I’d had another year with Suga.”

“I wish all of us could do last season over now that we’ve learned so much. I really feel like…”

This time Hinata trailed off, and when the silence descended, neither of them tried to break it for a while. It felt right, somehow, having this moment to really let it sink in that their friends were off doing other things now.

After a few minutes, Kageyama let out a breath. “But Kinnoshita is doing well as captain so far, and these first-years have promise. Really the only thing I can’t stand is that Tsukishima decided to stick around.”

Hinata snorted out a laugh. “You guys really don’t get along.”

“Understatement.” Kageyama smirked, then glanced at Hinata again. He looked like he was feeling a tad better, but not by much. He nudged him. “You know we’re gonna be fine, right?”

“Of course I do,” Hinata replied, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Yeah, I definitely believe that you believe that, boke.”

“I do!”

“You’re going to have to convince me a little harder than that.” With a smirk, Kageyama suddenly grabbed him around the waist and pulled him against his chest, making him drop his bike and yelp as fingers suddenly dug into his sides.

“Eeeek! Kahahahahageyama, wait, nohohohohohoho!” Hinata cried, giggles spilling out of him as he squirmed uselessly in his taller friend’s grip.

“You can’t fool me. I know when you’re just toughing it out.” The setter chuckled and hugged him tighter, aiming for his ribs. “Come on, lighten up, boke.”

“I’m light! I’m lihihihihihihihight! Kageyahahahahama!” Hinata’s laughter rose in pitch once his friend got to his weakest spot. Thankfully he wasn’t going too hard yet, but it was still enough to make him cackle and try to pry his arms away. “You jeheheheheheherk! I’m fihihihihihihihine!”

“Liar.”

“EEEEK!!” Hinata screeched when his friend found that spot along his last few ribs that had him absolutely howling with laughter, frantically trying to escape his grip to no avail. “KAGEYAMA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

Kageyama chuckled, deciding he wanted to make it a bit worse by hefting the little spiker up into the air so he really had nowhere to go and nothing to ground on. Hinata squealed and laughed and kicked the air uselessly.

“You seem to forget that those three aren’t the only teammates you had,” Kageyama grumbled good-naturedly into his ear as he tickled, reaching down to squeeze a hip, earning him another shriek. “Noya and Tanaka are still around, and so are all the others from last year. And we have these new guys – and you have me. So don’t feel so sad, boke. We’re gonna be just fine.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP, STOP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Hinata cried, tapping his friend’s arm, writhing in his tickly hug of doom. “PLEASE, VOHOHOHOLLEYBALL!”

Kageyama stopped immediately, gently letting his friend back down to the ground and holding onto him to make sure he didn’t fall. He frowned, worried he’d been a little too pushy. “Sorry, are…are you okay? I thought it could help…”

“You tickle too hard,” Hinata replied, glancing up at him with a tiny leftover smile. “And that’s my worst spot, so it just got to be a bit…much. Especially if you’re trying to cheer me up.”

Kageyama blinked. “Are you seriously trying to tell me how to tickle you to make you feel better?”

Hinata grinned. “I mean, as long as you’re trying to, you might as well do it right.”

“Oh, you little…” The setter pulled him back in again, slipping under his hoodie to scribble against his belly directly. “There, is that better?”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Yeheheheheheheah, thehehehere you go!” Hinata squealed, gripping his friend’s arms all over again despite his praising words.

Suddenly inspired, Kageyama grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head with ease, using his free hand to keep tickling his tummy, and finally he got the noise he was looking for – the particular shriek Hinata let out when he was surprised but in a good way. When he was having fun.

“Boke,” he muttered with a smile, keeping it up. “Let’s try this again. Are you still feeling sad about Daichi and the others?”

Hinata squirmed in his hold but giggled freely, daring to glance up at him and sputter, “Of cohohohohohourse I ahahahahaham!”

“Hmm, not enough, then? All right. I can do this all day.”

For a couple of minutes, they stayed that way at the top of the hill – Hinata caught in Kageyama’s grasp and giggling hysterically at the soft, light tickles his friend was purposely trying to inflict, the setter smirking and holding him tight, determined to bring him back into a good headspace before letting him go.

“We’re going to be fine, Hinata,” he said after a short while, keeping his tone soft and genuine – a rare occurrence for the taller boy. “You’ve still got Kinnoshita and Noya and Tanaka and Yamaguchi and…and Tsukishima.”

“And yohohohohohou, rihihihihihight?”

Kageyama smiled despite himself. “Obviously. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I still have to take you down out there, you know.” He paused, then slowed his tickling to a gradual stop and murmured, “I’m here for you, boke. If you need me. Just like you’re always there for me.”

Hinata caught his breath as he let out a few more snickers, turning to look up at his friend as Kageyama released his grip on his arms. “You know, you’re not too bad at this cheering up thing when you put your mind to it, Bakageyama.”

The setter couldn’t help but smile. The use of the insult/nickname was a clear indicator the redhead was feeling like himself again, and Kageyama was more than happy to count that as a win.

“Shut up. Just trying to make you see reason. We’re going to be fine. We’re going to have another great season and take everyone down.”

Hinata beamed. “And this year we don’t have to face stupid Oikawa!”

His friend was right – and it was a detail Kageyama hadn’t considered until just now. He couldn’t help but grin. “You’re right. We don’t.”

“Ooh, that made you all kinds of happy! Glad to see you cheering up, too.”

“‘Too’? I’m not the one who was being all pouty about the others graduating last year.”

“I wasn’t pouting!”

“You absolutely were.”

Hinata huffed. “You were just going on about how you missed Suga—”

“You brought it up, genius!”

“Oh, now who needs cheering up?” Hinata’s grin morphed into something more sinister, and he brought his fingers up to wiggle teasingly at Kageyama.

The setter hated how fast he blushed at the sight of them.

“Someone’s excited~”

“Shut up – I don’t need cheering up, boke! I’ve been better off than you this whole time!”

Hinata laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to talk me out of tickling you back? You’re always in the mood for tickles, Kage~”

“I am not…!” Deciding it was a lost cause, Kageyama took a step back, and when Hinata made to lunge for him, he dodged out of the way and began sprinting up the second half of the hill, hoping for enough of a head-start to at least tire him out a little.

But he’d forgotten one important detail.

Not only did Hinata have speed on his side…

Today, he had a bike.

Just when Kageyama had gotten to the top of the hill entirely, Hinata chimed his bike’s warning bell. The setter whirled around in time to see the redhead abandon his ride and sprint toward him, and there was absolutely no getting away from him at that point.

“Wait, wait, wait – wahahahahahahait!” Kageyama shrieked, his laugh coming out both panicked and genuine as his best friend latched onto him and dug into his tummy right off the bat, making him squeal and crumple to the ground in a heap, cackling and squirming. “Hinatahahahahahaha!”

“Well, would you look at that? Grumpy Kageyama does want some cheer-up tickles after all!”

“I dohohohohohon’t nehehehehehehed them!” Kageyama cried, shrieking again when the redhead pushed him to the ground entirely and hopped onto his waist to keep him pinned.

“Maybe not,” Hinata conceded with a playful grin, “but I think you want them, Bakageyama.”

[theres-a-body-here]

Male survivors with Jezebel!Reader

Its not everyday a notable figure is snatched by the entity. You clawed your way to the top before. Surly it won't be hard to do it again here. Right?

(The idea for this came to me in a cough syrup dream)

Dwight Fairfield

He's wary of you at first

Who wouldn't be?

He was expecting another Yun-Jin Lee

Someone cold and selfish

Surprisingly, you were neither

You actively helped others in trials

However, your language was......colorful

Dwight doesn't think he's heard someone swear as much as you do

"Fuck, medkit's empty. Fucking great. What kind of pussy ass bitch killer brings overwhelming presence?"

Complete sailor's mouth

You seemed to take a liking to him

Dwight doesn't know if that's a bad or a good thing

You always tend to his wounds gently and softly

Your words are a different story

"Fucking moron, running into the killer like that"

"But he had dark dev-"

"Might as well put your glasses back into your purse if you're not gonna fucking use 'em"

"Ah, there we go, all patched up," you grumbled, a sense of accomplishment in your voice as you rose from your crouched position.

Dwight blinked, his lips parting in an attempt to express his gratitude, but before he could gather his thoughts, a gentle press of your lips against the bandaged wound on his hand stole his breath.

His heart raced, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture."Um, I, uh..." Dwight's voice cracked, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He fumbled for words, his mind a jumbled mess of surprise and flustered emotions.

Dwight's gaze trailed after you as you simply began to walk over to the next generator as if nothing happened. His heart was racing from the kiss.

"Right, work," he muttered to himself, his fingers subconsciously tracing the spot where your lips had made contact.

Ace Visconti

And you thought you were the lech?

This man is relentless

Slides up on you with finger guns.

"Hey baby, heard you were devoured by dogs. I wish I was one of them. I would've loved to eat you ou-"

It took 4 other survivors to pull you off him as you started to throttle him.

Homer Simpson style

You thought that would've deterred him

It did the opposite

Man has issues

He always tries to convince you to play strip poker with him

You always say no

Always tries to be the first person to unhook you

"You're knight is here, princess. Hehehehe"

"Leave me here dammit"

He always gives the best items he finds in chests

Ace gets the biggest shit-eating grin when you thank him

You pried open a chest, but your excitement dimmed as you laid eyes on the item inside – a broken key. A disappointed sigh slipped from your lips, momentarily quashing your hopes. Before you could fully immerse yourself in disappointment, a gentle tap on your shoulder startled you.

Turning, you found Ace standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he held out a flashlight towards you. There was an unmistakable smugness in his expression.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics, accepting the offered flashlight with a quiet, "Thanks."

Ace's smirk widened into a self-satisfied grin, his response dripping with playful arrogance. "Anytime, babe," he chimed, punctuating his words with a playful finger gun gesture.

Suppressing the urge to growl at his audacity, you managed to keep your response to a subdued nod, appreciating his gesture despite his playful teasing.

Felix Richter

He's pretty nervous around you

Mostly because you flirt with him all the damn time

"Oh, you were an architect? Well, I'd let you study the curves of my temple anytime"

Instant blushing mess

"I-I.....uh......"

Moral dilemma time

He's technically still married

You know this

But you flirt with everyone else

(Except Ace)

So he doesn't take it seriously

Hates being alone with you

He's afraid to look stupid

Definitely blows up gens more often if you're working on them with him

You found yourself enjoying the calm silence as you worked with Felix on repairing a generator. The rhythmic clanking of tools and the atmosphere of the trial filled the air.

Despite his proficiency, Felix had inadvertently blown out the generator twice, a fact that he couldn't seem to hide.

You noticed his nervous glances in your direction whenever he thought you weren't looking.

Amused by his flustered behavior, you decided to play with the architect a bit.

Leaning in, you quirked an eyebrow and teased, "Felix, if you keep trying to sabotage the generator, I might start thinking you're trying to get my attention."

Felix's face flushed, his gaze dropping to his feet momentarily. He stammered, "N-No, that's not... I mean, I'm not trying to sabotage anything. It's just... this fog, it's making things a bit more complicated than usual."

You simply started at him. A small smile tugging at your lips. Felix's cheeks reddened even further.

Grinning, you decided to take pity on him. "Alright, I'll cut you some slack. Let's finish this generator together, and maybe later, we can find a way to make the trials a bit more... intriguing."

Felix's reaction is immediate; his cheeks flush into a deep shade of red, and his words stumble over each other as he tries to form a coherent response.

"Uh, well, I, um... I never... I didn't..... Oh, darn it," he stammers, his embarrassment all too evident.

You can't help but chuckle at his adorable reaction, finding his discomfiture endearing. "Got you there, didn't I?" you tease, enjoying the sight of his flustered state.

Masterlist Here

[arolegos]

How Did the ninjas individually discover that Lloyd and Harumi are a couple, or did they find out together?Were they keeping things secret for a while. my money is on Kai probably walking in on them. just based on the face you made in one of your post with those two kids and he’s like what the hell. Sorry you just have my favorite. It’s a weird dynamic but it worked been for them. I’ve ever seen of this ship.

in my mind (and version), itd be a gradual buildup! small things they noticed about those two that were a little bit peculiar, but nothing "weird enough" to comment on. like, for example, they'd walk into a room where rumi was braiding lloyd's hair — and that's not too weird, but lloyd doesn't like it all too much when people touch his hair; or they'd walk into the kitchen to see lloyd cooking rumi a meal — and that's also not that weird, except lloyd isn't super into cooking and they order takeout most days.

i dont think they kept it a secret necessarily. but there was a bit of shame of making in public. not shame in eachother, of course. just shame of the circumstances. lloyd's dating someone who ruined his life for a good while, and harumi's dating someone whose life she ruined. theyve moved past it (just by talking. btw. neither of those two act like theyd ever go to therapy) somewhat, but it still lingers, yknow? so they just kept it. a little bit on the downlow. they wouldnt outright kiss and public but theyd go on dates and hold hands

you would be right in the assumption that the ninja did fully confirm it through walking in on them Kissing . out of all the ninja, technically kai did find them first, but pixal knew before any of them. kai walked in, saw them making out, walked back outside, and walked back in just to say, "what the fuck lloyd?"

kai told nya almost immediately. who wasnt all too surprised. the two of them sat rumi down and was like "man idk. lloyd trusts you so we trust you but please dont hurt him again". and harumi wont. not on purpose and not like that ever again

and since those two already knew, lloyd told the rest of the team. their reactions varied. of course. zane was pretty accepting of it but cole and jay were a bit more sceptical.

in my version, llorumi actually break up and get back together a few times! cause their situation is so complicated its hard for them to just stay as one thing. and the ninja were all there to witness it -- they didn't have 'messy' breakups, just. breaks. it takes them a LONG long time before things become good enough for them to really stay with each other. they don't actually end up strictly dating either. they're a secret third thing by the end of it. to me :3

[mageofseven]

hello! if requests are open i was wondering if you could do something with poly dialuci x reader where she is pregnant and has a fever so they take care of her? i’m just craving some fluff rn :3 thx! <3

Omg yes, Poly DiaLuciMC!! And you freaking bet this is a triad and not vee and those two have been spoiling the hell out of pregnant MC even before this fever.

Also, just I reminder that I don't write xReader posts; I just prefer using MC when writing for this fandom.

Okay! So I am using she/her pronouns for this because that was what was used in this request so I am assuming that it's this Nonnie preference.

Now onto the story! 🥰

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Before the Fever

Oh boy was this pregnancy a surprise😅

For multiple reasons, this triad was usually really good with making sure to use birth control with MC.

Once they discovered MC was pregnant, the three thought back to the last time they were 'intimate' together

And realized Diavolo was on rune duty.

Basically, he was the one who was suppose to draw the birth control rune under the human's navel before either man gave her too much attention down there

And the prince was so impatient that night that his rune scripting was...rather shoddy to say the least.

Oops 😅

Lucifer was especially critical of his boyfriend's carelessness.

This throuple has been together for a few years at his point and just felt that it was obvious that both men were fathers in this scenario regardless.

Neither of the three knew who was genetically the father of this baby, but they also didn't really care.

I mean, because of outdated (but sadly, firmly in place) laws about the royal family and crown inheritance, the three will have to look into this later, but Dia saw no reason to rush into this.

Afterall, he was the most excited of the the three! This man had always wanted to be a dad and for once, his impatience brought him something good in life.

Lucifer, however, was a freaking wreck.

As someone who technically was already a father, he knew that so much could go wrong.

It seemed like he was always hovering around MC, even in the early days of the pregnancy, and always made it explicitly clear to his partners that he in fact was not hovering so stop teasing him already.

When MC did get sick and develop a fever in her sixth month of pregnancy, you could almost say Lucifer got the last laugh

Except he, once again, was the most worried.

During the Fever:

Whatever illness the woman caught here in the Devildom was resistant what little human medication was safe for pregnant people, specifically their baby

And most demon medications weren't safe for humans period.

The two men gave their love what little potions they could and kept her on bed rest.

Balancing work and taking care of MC was very difficult for these two men, mostly because they always wanted to be with her.

Lucifer kept finding himself rushing through his paperwork just so he could check on her sooner

Considering the situation, Barbatos tolerated this from his lord to an extent, but still popped in occasionally to remind him to get some work done...any work done, please.

And Dia...he goofed off more than anything 🤭

The two would talk and play what games they could from her bed.

He knew bed rest wasn't exactly fun, but tried to make it more bearable for his Queen.

Dia hated meetings more than ever during this time because he couldn't just cancel them to stay by MC's side😕

When Dia had to leave for meetings, Luce couldn't focus on his work at all and instead stayed with MC in her room.

Unlike Dia, he was less focused on entertaining her and more focused on taking care of her.

Fluffing her pillow, getting water, helping her to the bathroom when she needed to pee (which was often, considering the amount of pressure this baby put on her bladder).

He'd even help her take her potions

Or well, more like make her take her potions.

They were so bitter but also weirdly sour; MC would start gagging any time she took them.

The human always hope her boyfriend would just forget about the medicine

But he never forgot 😮‍💨😓

The funny part was that MC wasn't even that sick; the fever was a really minor one after all.

Luce treated the small fever like an emergency; Dia, on the other hand, mostly made it into an excuse to skip work and cuddle with his girlfriend in bed 🥰

Still, she had two protective boyfriends that would rather be safe than sorry, especially since she was pregnant and pregnancies could be scarily delicate at times.

So really, it was still only Luce that was anxiously hovering around her. The other kept going with their jokes about it even during this fever, to the pride demon's annoyance.

Don't get me wrong; Dia was worried too but he was more so worried about the fever getting worse than he was about its current state.

After about five days of this, the fever went down

And Luce himself settled down, just a bit.

MC, who had been positively bored in bed all week, wanted to get out of the house

So the three went out to dinner to celebrate the breaking of her fever and the return of her good health~

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Afterlife Lessons

Masterlist

Art For This Chapter: @junicane-dp link

Chapter Thirteen:

It took a little bit for Sam to decide how she felt about the fight with Phantom.  They didn’t see him again that day, and neither of them felt particularly inclined to go looking.  Some time to cool off sounded like the best idea.  It gave Sam some time to think, and by the end of the day, she’d realized a couple things.

For one, Phantom was clearly not doing so hot.  People don’t insist they’re fine and can handle everything themself while bleeding out of a wound in their side unless they’ve got some stuff going on.

But his motives still aligned pretty neatly with what Sam understood about him.  He wanted to protect her and Tucker.  The intensity was a little confusing, but mostly because Sam wasn’t really confused by it.  The three of them had only technically met a little over a week ago, but she didn’t question Phantom’s very firm insistence that he needed to protect them, she just knew it made him an idiot.

Idiot or no however, it did make him a great example to give to Danny in regards to a ghost that clearly wasn’t malicious.  So the next morning found her in front of Danny’s locker, waiting for him to show up.  Before he did, however, Tucker got there first and headed over to her.

“Hey,” he said.  “So I figured something out.”

Sam turned to face him.  “Yeah?”

Tucker nodded.  “We shouldn’t talk about it here.  After school?”

Sam nodded back.  “Okay.  You sure?”

“Yeah.  Before we meet up with Phantom.”

Sam gave him a curious look but didn’t argue.

“Uh, hey, are we all having hangouts by my locker now?”

Sam turned to see Danny approaching and started grinning.  She stepped aside and let Danny open his locker, and then started taking.

“Hey Danny,” she said, trying to keep her voice more casual than mischievous or smug.  “I have an argument for you.”

Danny sighed, long and exhausted.  “First thing in the morning?”

“Phantom saved our lives yesterday.”

Danny set his bag in his locker and slammed it shut.  “No he didn’t.”

“Hey, how would you know?” Sam asked, crossing her arms.  “You weren’t there.”

She saw Danny clench his jaw, and she knew she was getting to him in at least some way.

But then Danny said, “I know because there’s no way that menace actually did something helpful,” and Sam felt her own jaw clench.

“Don’t talk about him that way.”

“Why not?” Danny said, starting down the hallway.  “He’s the worst ghost out there, isn’t he?  That’s what everyone says.”

“No, that’s what your parents say,” Sam said.  “And if you got your information from literally anyone else in addition to them, you’d know better!”

“I know enough,” Danny snapped.  “He’s a worthless excuse for a hero who can’t even save people right, and he’s gonna get someone killed one day.”

“Hey,” Tucker said, sounding just as angry as Sam did.  “You really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, and honestly Danny, I think we might know Phantom a little better than you do,” Sam said.

Danny snorted.  “Oh, do you,” he said, and then he turned and walked into homeroom before either of them could respond.

Sam huffed and crossed her arms.  She was a little surprised by how angry that conversation had made her, but only a little.  It wasn’t a conversation about all ghosts in general, it was about Phantom, and he was her friend, and she cared about him.  Maybe this “using him as a good example” idea was a double edged sword.  And she’d let it go, except now Danny had directly insulted her friend, and she couldn’t just let that slide.

So, she walked into homeroom, slid into the seat across from Danny, and said, “What exactly does he do that makes him not a hero?  You think—”

“Well, just for starters, he’s fought my parents before,” Danny said without looking up.

“No, your parents fought him.  There’s a difference.  They initiated things.”

“He’s a ghost,” Danny said, glaring up at Sam.  “If they hadn’t, he would have.”

“You understand how biased that is, right?” Sam snapped.

“Doesn’t change the fact that he fought them while they were trying to protect everyone,” Danny said.  “He made it harder for them to do their jobs.”

“Your parents couldn’t hit a ghost if one hovered in front of them and asked them to,” Sam said.

Danny blinked in surprise, then narrowed his eyes.  “Hey.”

Okay, maybe that was a bit too far.

“Hey, let’s all calm down,” Tucker said, drawing both of their attention.  “People are starting to stare at us.”

Sam glanced around and saw that it was true.  And yeah, having a knock-down drag out in homeroom maybe wasn’t the best idea.

“Fine,” she said.  She turned a glare back on Danny.  “But don’t think this conversation is over.”

Danny rolled his eyes and turned his own glare back to the table.  Neither of them spoke again for the rest of homeroom.

…

“So your only problem with Phantom is that he fights your parents sometimes?” Sam asked as soon as Danny walked up to the lunch table.  She’d use the loud noise as an excuse when Tucker got there.

Danny groaned as he sat down.  “Honestly Sam, just drop it,” he said.  “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

“Because you’re being really unfair and insulting to someone I really admire,” Sam said, crossing her arms.

“Why do you admire him?” Danny asked, looking up at the ceiling.  “Pick a better option.”

“Well the only reason you’ve given me not to so far is that he’s mean to your parents sometimes,” Sam said, narrowing her eyes.

“That is not the only reason,” Danny snapped.  “That’s not even the reason I gave you, but that’s hardly the point.  You want reasons?  How about the destruction of property following him everywhere he goes, ruining homes and livelihoods?”

“That’s not his fault!  It’s not like he goes around destroying buildings!  They get smashed up when he’s fighting ghosts!”

“And?  He should be better at this by now,” Danny said, and he shoved a chicken nugget in his mouth.

“Oh sure, and of course you’d be much better at protecting property during fast paced dangerous ghost fights,” Sam said.

In response, Danny shoved another chicken nugget in his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You know what, I really don’t have to sit here and take this,” Danny said.  And before Sam could ask what that meant, he picked up his lunch and walked off.

“What— Danny!  Get back here, you prick!”

Danny didn’t give her any kind of response, and Sam glowered after him.  Whatever, she had food to eat, and he wasn’t worth chasing after over that.  She’d catch up to him later and keep giving him a piece of her mind.  For now, Tucker was walking over to her, looking at Danny leaving the lunchroom as he did, which meant she’d have to explain.

“What’s up with him?” Tucker asked as he sat down.

“He can’t stand the fact that someone’s trying to defend Phantom right to his face,” Sam snapped.  “As if it’s impossible for a ghost to be a benefit to society.”

Tucker sighed and sat down.  “Do you want to give it a rest?  We knew he’s like this.”

“Yeah, but that was with ghosts we didn’t know,” Sam said, stabbing her fork into her salad.

Tucker sighed.  “Yeah, I know,” he said.  “I’m annoyed too.  Just, you’re not gonna change Danny’s mind in one day.”

“No, but I can sure try.”

“Sam.”

“I just want him to admit he’s not the worst ghost out there,” Sam said.  “Seriously.  I need to hear him say that.”

Because she did.  Both because Phantom was her friend, and she didn’t like hearing him talked about that way, and because… she wasn’t sure.  But there was something else bugging her.

Tucker seemed to read at least some of that in her face, because he nodded.  “Okay,” he said.  “Just, make sure you don’t push too hard, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam sighed.  “Okay.”  She thought for a minute.  “Maybe we talk about it more casually in a hangout.  Like we offer going over to one of our houses to play Doomed or something.  So we’re not just arguing back and forth.”

Tucker nodded.  “Okay,” he said.  “Let’s do that.”

So next time Sam saw Danny in class she asked if he was up for Doomed after school.  Danny gave her a suspicious look, but ultimately agreed, and offered his own house as the place to go, since he had the console they were most familiar with all playing together.  Sam agreed, and Tucker was down with it too, meaning after school found them all there on bean bags in front of Danny’s console.  The feeling was casual and lighthearted enough that Sam almost didn’t want to ruin it.

But the something else that was bugging her wouldn’t leave her alone, so eventually, in a pause after she beat a level, she turned to face Danny.

“Okay, genuine question,” she said, hoping to at least try to keep the lighthearted tone.  “You really don’t think Phantom is a hero?”

Danny groaned, and put his hands over his face.  “God, again, really?” he asked.

“I’m asking!  It’s not a stance most people have,” Sam said, crossing her arms.  “You know, with all the ways he fights ghosts and protects everyone in Amity Park?”

“Stephanie Bacon,” Danny said, counting off on a finger.  “A five year old who got caught in the crossfire of a ghost fight with Technus.  Donna Smith, a middle aged woman who got crushed against a building and broke her leg during a battle with Ember.  Anthony Walker, an old man Phantom grabbed too roughly to pull to safety, breaking his wrist.  Riley Adams, a teenager who got a bad concussion after Phantom failed to catch them in time and they hit the ground—”

“Uh, hold up.  What is that?” Sam asked.

“Everyone who’s ever gotten hurt during one of Phantom’s ghost fights,” Danny said, looking down at his controller and fiddling with the buttons instead of meeting her eye.

“Dude,” Tucker said.  “Do you have that memorized?”

Danny nodded.

“You—” Sam took a very unsuccessful calming breath and ran her hands through her hair.  “Danny, do you understand how completely unfair to him that is?”

“Oh, yeah?” Danny said, glaring up at her with so much fury that it actually caught her off guard for a minute.  “If he’s going to claim to be this big hero, he needs to be held accountable for his fuckups.”

Sam shook herself, and went back to glaring at him.  “That’s not how you hold someone accountable,” Sam snapped.  “That’s how you hold onto an unfair grudge.  Ghost fights are fast and dangerous.  You can’t expect him to make perfect decisions all the time.”

“If he wants to say he’s actually helping people, he needs to learn how to do better than that,” Danny said.  “People could get hurt in ways that don’t heal.”

“That wouldn’t be his fault either,” Sam snapped.

“You’re going way too far to defend him, Sam,” Danny said, glaring back down at his controller, which he was squeezing so tight Sam was a little concerned it might break.  “When would you stop?  What if someone gets killed on his watch?  Is that something that you should just let go?”

I already did, Sam didn’t say.

Instead she said, “Do you honestly think Phantom wouldn’t try absolutely everything to stop that from happening?”

“Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t,” Danny said.  “That’s not the point.  If it’s not enough, that makes him just as much of a monster as every other ghost.”

And honestly, Sam had about had enough of this.  Maybe Danny had gotten most of his knowledge from his parents, and Sam had tried to give him a little grace with that.  But she’d been consistently pointing out flaws in that kind of thinking, examples of ghosts being different than his parents thought, and he hadn’t changed his mind at all.  And if he was going to be this prejudiced towards one of her actual friends, Sam was done putting up with it.

So, she walked over to Danny’s bedroom door, locked it for safekeeping, turned and met Danny’s confused face now gazing back at her, and transformed.

Danny’s mouth fell open.

“I’m a ghost, Danny,” Sam snapped.  “Am I a monster?”

Danny looked faint, even as he stood up from his bean bag.  “Y-you— you just—”

“Sam!” Tucker called, running over in front of Danny and sticking his arms out as a barrier between him and Sam.  “What are you doing, you idiot?”

Sam saw Danny look at Tucker, probably processing that Tucker “knew” or something.

“Wh- I don’t understand,” Danny said, taking a couple of steps back.  “Why would you show me that?”

Sam noted with slight confusion that Danny wasn’t asking any questions about “what” or “how” and had instead jumped straight to “why.”  But she could wonder about that later.

“Because you’re being a total prick and I’m tired of dealing with it,” Sam snapped.  “And because, somehow, I trust that you’ll keep it a secret.”

She felt a little crazy even saying it, but she did.  There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Danny wouldn’t tell anyone.  Even now.

Apparently there were a couple of doubts in Danny’s mind, though, because he shook his head and took another step back.  “How— how do you know?” he asked weakly.  “What if I just go and turn you right over to my parents so they can rip you apart molecule by molecule?”

Sam snorted.  She turned intangible, flew right through Tucker, dropped the intangibility and leaned right into Danny’s face.  “Go on then,” she said.  She pointed behind her towards Danny’s bedroom door.  “Do it.”

Danny stared back at her with wide eyes, and Sam met his gaze with a firm determined one.

Finally, Danny pulled his gaze down, away from hers just slightly.

Sam leaned back, satisfied.  “That’s what I thought.”  She turned to Tucker.  “Come on, Tuck,” she said.  “You want to fly home?”

Tucker looked hesitantly at her for a second, then back at Danny, and then nodded, and transformed just like her.  He looked at Danny for a moment, and Sam looked back over to see something strange and broken on Danny’s face.

But she was done cutting him slack.

“Come find us when you stop being a dick,” she said.  Then she flew through Danny’s wall and started home, Tucker right behind her.

Sam took off as fast as she could as soon as she was outside Danny’s window, letting the anger and adrenaline fuel her into getting as far away from Danny, as fast as she could.

“Sam!” Tucker called, flying faster to try and catch up with her.  “Sam, wait!”

Sam stopped with a huff and turned around, only for Tucker to soar right past her.

“Woah!” he said, spinning around and doubling back.  “I uh, thought I’d have to chase you a bit longer.”

“Can you believe him?” Sam snapped, gesturing angrily back towards Danny.

“Uh, yeah,” Tucker said, looking… not angry?  Why wasn’t he angry?  “Sam, I… I don’t know if he was being a hundred percent honest there.”

Sam blinked.  “Honest?” she asked.  She’d attributed a lot of things to Danny’s behavior.  Prejudice, ignorance, stubbornness.  She hadn’t really put ‘dishonesty’ on the list.  “What do you mean?”

Tucker looked back over his shoulder, seeming hesitant.  “Sam, that thing I was going to tell you?  It’s about Vlad Plasmius.”

Sam blinked.  “What?  What are you talking about?”

“That thing I discovered is about Vlad Plasmius.  Phantom said he was a half ghost too, right?  Well, I think I figured it out.  His human half is Vlad Masters.”

Sam blinked again.  “Vlad Masters like Danny’s piece of shit godfather who won’t stop hitting on his mom?”

Tucker nodded.  “Yeah.”

“Okay?  So?”

“So, don’t you remember what he said?  When we were asking panicked questions about what he wanted and who he was?  He said we’d get a much better explanation from Danny.”

Sam nodded, vaguely recalling something like that.  “Yeah, okay.”

Tucker looked at her like that meant something.  “Sam, why would Danny know anything about that?”

“He knows about ghosts?” Sam said.  “Or, he thinks he does.”

“Okay, sure, but knowing about ghosts is one thing.  Knowing about half ghosts seems to be another thing entirely.”

“What’s your point?” Sam asked.

“And you know,” Tucker said, ignoring her question.  “Didn’t Phantom seem awfully sure what Danny’s reaction to us telling him anything about ghosts was going to be?  And then Danny reacted exactly like Phantom thought he would?”

“Maybe Phantom was just a good guesser,” Sam said, though she didn’t really believe it.

Tucker shook his head.  “Sam, Vlad seemed so sure Danny knew things about half ghosts.  And that he’d be talking to us about them.  But Danny hasn’t said anything to us about them, ever.”

“Okay,” Sam said, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in her stomach.  “So that’s… what does that mean?”

Tucker gave her a look, like he didn’t want to believe it either.  “Sam, come on,” he said.  “We know what it means.  I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed everything.”

Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out, because Tucker was right.  Everything familiar about Phantom, and Danny’s sudden hatred of ghosts that seemed to come out of nowhere.  The weird something else that had been bugging her the whole time Danny had been shitting on Phantom.  The way he’d asked “why” instead of having any questions about “what the fuck are you.”

Sam squeezed her eyes shut.  “Oh, goddammit.”

[kaiserposting]

Raihan — Applin And The Flop Confession

PAIRING: Raihan/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.6k TYPE: Humor, Fluff, Pining NOTE: Clichember Prompt(s) 2-4: Overprotective Dad Trope (except you have two dads and they're a Toxicroak and a Krookodile and they're technically your pets more than anything) + Oblivious Love Interest + Failed Confession . Clichember is going to be an event where I write a short fic with my own take on really overused tropes throughout November-December.

Your Pokémon are scary.

It's silly for Raihan as 'The Dragon Tamer,' a grown ass man, and someone who knocks his head into doors an embarrassing amount of times a day because he's too damn tall to feel afraid of trained Pokémon.

They're yours, so he knows they won't hurt him despite spending most of their time glaring at him with their arms crossed when he's around. The most aggressive they get is dragging him away from you when he tries to hold your hand or to swing an arm over your shoulder and getting between you two when you hug. He's aware he's not in grave danger.

Still, having a Krookodile — something he hadn't even seen before you moved here from Unova and he made friends with you — bare its fangs at him isn't pleasant, and neither is seeing a Toxicroak extend its poison sac in his general direction. Certainly they haven't charmed him, but it's clear they don't like him either, and the thought makes him a little sad. They're your companions, after all, and Raihan wants them to trust him.

However, no matter how good he is at planning and coordinating during battles, maybe this really wasn't a good idea.

It's not his fault you just 'haven't ever caught a Dragon type before' and you 'want one so bad.' Granted, he could've given you one, but that's not half as fun as hunting for wild Pokémon, and that wouldn't have been half as romantic, anyway. Now the two of you are in this situation.

"Are you sure there's a Dragon type in this area?" you ask with skepticism lacing your tone. "I mean, I pass by here all the time and I've never seen any."

"Don't worry, there is one," Raihan reassures you with an amiable smile. "But they're evasive, so I'll catch one for you." Obviously, you could do it yourself — you're a capable enough trainer —, but this is all just a ruse for him to give it to you.

"Yay! I can't wait! I haven't trained a new Pokémon in ages."

Krookodile and Toxicroak loom behind him, which he tries his best to ignore. Raihan's method of doing so is trying to focus on your cutesy excitement, though the holes the two Pokémon are drilling into his head aren't that easy to feign ignorance to.

Applin usually hide in trees, but that makes them both hard to spot and even more effort to catch. It's not that uncommon for them to fall on the ground, though, and that's how most trainers stumble upon them.

Your two companions exchange conspiratorial noises between them, but Raihan doesn't pay it much heed, and neither do you. After a while of pointless roaming and too many Dottler encounters, in the distance, Raihan finally sees one. He's quick to nudge you on the shoulder and point ahead, and Krookodile and Toxicroak are far too intrigued to show disapproval. "Look, there it is!"

"It's just an apple?" you say, rubbing your chin in confusion. Despite holding you in high regards, sometimes Raihan found you to be... dense.

"That's an Applin," Raihan corrects you with a sigh before he puts his hands over his hips. "They're skittish, so it'll be better if we approach it quietly—"

Krookodile's brows(?) shoot up in alarm before he starts gesturing at Toxicroak, who doesn't seem to react beyond letting out a few sounds in response. It's obvious the two of them aren't happy, though.

You and Raihan observe them with curiosity, exchanging a confused glance, but you're far too surprised to do anything when suddenly your Toxicroak speed-walks towards the poor little Applin and creepily stares it down. Krookodile lumbers after him not long after and lets out a loud growl, effectively startling it away. Raihan loses sight of it somewhere in the tall grass, though he gets the feeling trying to pursue it again right now wouldn't be a good idea, anyway.

"You guys are so mean," you whine, stomping up to your Pokémon with your shoulders up to your ears. Raihan follows you absent-mindedly, though the part of him that likes drama is curious to watch this play out, even if it's putting a delay on his courting plans.

Toxicroak looks ashamed of himself, but Krookodile goes all guitar riff like he's arguing with you, then he extends his little claw to indicate Raihan as if this is all his fault. His eyes widen when he realizes they have incriminated him. "What'd I even do?!"

You turn your head towards Raihan and then snap it back towards them. "No! Stop acting like this!" you say.

Krookodile huffs, turns up his snoot high in the air like a snobby human and his tail stands tall on alert. Despite his previous sentiments of embarrassment, Toxicroak nods and pats his friend on the shoulder in agreement on whatever you're even discussing.

"Don't be like this. You're not my parents. You come from MY BALLS, I don't come from YOURS," you say, and the sentence hangs in the air, slightly disturbing everyone in the vicinity. You don't seem to notice though, and to emphasize your point, you return them to their Pokéballs. Then, apologetically, you gaze up at Raihan with the sorriest expression you can muster. "Sorry man, I dunno what's up with them. If you don't wanna look for the Applin anymore, I understand. I don't wanna waste your time! I can find one on my own-"

Originally, he'd been planning to ask you where that line about the balls came from, but now, with a hasty laugh, he blurts out, "Let's keep looking for it. It can't have run off too far away, right?"

Somehow on cue, the Applin rolls out of the tall grass again, now that the threats are gone. It glances between you two apprehensively from afar, trying to decide if it should flee or not. Raihan decides to deal with this by throwing a poffin at it.

The Applin mostly seems confused by this, but approaches it anyway.

"I feel like you could've been more subtle about this," you say with a hint of taunting.

"Oh, quit taking the piss and watch."

You then watch as he throws a love ball at the Applin which he considers too distracted with eating the poffin to retaliate, and you can only laugh at him openly when it breaks out after a few swings and appraises him with what feels like a judgemental stare.

Raihan raises an index finger and closes his eyes, still sporting a cocky grin. "I meant watch this, not the last try," he says before throwing another love ball at it. That damn thing better get in there before he runs out of these — Raihan bought them for the occasion, cheesy as he can be.

This time, Applin sacrifices itself in the name of romance, pleased with the food offering. You and Raihan both turn towards each other and squeal and hop up in excitement like little girls, but then you remember you're not children and decide to pretend it didn't happen.

Raihan goes to retrieve the Pokéball, but you stop him. "You know, I expected you to do something more special, considering you're The Dragon Tamer an' all."

He rolls his eyes at your quip, but he lets out a little laugh despite himself. "Heavens forbid I try to do something nice for you."

Raihan presents you the Applin by going down on one knee and handing you the Pokéball like this is some kind of overdramatic proposal. As a joke, you curtsy in front of him, then take it, and he tenses as he waits for what you have to say.

You stare at it for a while until your eyes sparkle. "Yay! I finally have a dragon! I'll take good care of it, don't worry. Thank you soo much, Rai."

From a faux confident smile, Raihan's cheerful expression drops to a mildly unsure one. Do you... not understand? Awkwardly, he stands up like he got electrocuted and coughs into his hands, resulting in an eyebrow raise from you. Then he resorts to blinking at you like an idiot until he finally mumbles out, "No problem, mate."

For a second he wonders if you'll question him, but then you remember something and let out Applin, Krookodile and Toxicroak all out, holding the tiny apple in your palms. "Listen, Applin's a part of the team now and you gotta deal with it, so be nice or I'll be angry. Like, really mad! Like, soo scary."

They stare at you like they're the villains of the narrative and you're trying to give them a friendship speech, but you still insist on your bullshit. Then, after some silence, Toxicroak nods and goes to whisper something to the other.

"C'mon, promise. Promise. Promise. Promise."

Krookodile considers for a moment and then accepts whatever he had suggested, moving his snoot near your palm to smell Applin while Toxicroak tries his best to pet it carefully. The two exchange expressions of perhaps approval and maybe a hint of self-satisfaction. Raihan wonders what could've possibly changed over the last ten minutes, but figures it's not worth questioning.

At least they're getting along now?

As he has recovered from the psychic damage he just took, Raihan pulls out his Rotom phone with one hand and draws you way too close to him with the other, winking at the camera as usual. Your cheek squishes against his. “Hug Applin in front of the camera so we can all take a selfie. It'll be super cute, I swear."

You're about to comply, but the only photo Rotom snaps is one where Krookodile is pushing Raihan's face out of the way and his nose is so close to the camera everything else is unfocused. Toxicroak throws up a blurry peace sign in the background while you flounder to save Applin from slipping out of your grasp.

___

A few weeks later, you run inside his gym and claim it's very important. He knows it probably isn't, but it's not like he gets that many challengers, so Raihan still humors you. "What's up?"

"Look, you're not gonna believe this," you say before you reveal your surprise, giving him a close-eyed smile. Krookodile and Toxicroak linger around you as usual, though by now Raihan knows he shouldn't let them deter him if he wants this to go anywhere.

Raihan comes face-to-face with a Flapple. He gasps, exaggerating his shock at your revelation. "Woah, that was really fast. You don't fool about, do you?" Then he turns his attention back towards you and gives you his usual wild grin. "He's such a cute little guy now. I say this calls for a celebration!"

When Raihan stands up from where he'd been sitting, you tilt your head, expecting him to tell you what he has in mind. And he plans to, but before that he feels himself lucky enough to go for a hug without Toxicroak stabbing him in the stomach or something silly like that.

He's almost embracing you before Flapple gets between you two and hisses at him. Raihan's hands drop to his sides immediately, and this time the theatrics of his reaction are even more extreme. He clutches his chest and looks away, pretending to cry. "I can't believe you're betraying me."

You twist your lips downwards. "What?"

Why are they ganging up on him?! Despite trying to make a joke out of it, it hurts his feelings that your partners hate him so much, even though he’d never show it. Toxicroak and Krookodile hang around you all the time. They're practically your best friends and, for some reason, they can't stand him. Is he doing something hurtful to you without realizing it? Do they think his personality is rancid? Will he have to get blessings from an over-glorified frog and an edgy crocodile one day? Because if so, that's so not happening.

What's the issue?

Toxicroak and Krookodile seem proud of themselves. Well, at least if your Pokémon love you this much, it means you treat them really well. Not that he doubted that, but it's the only copium he's willing to huff to accept this predicament.

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It's at some kind of event that Raihan notices your Toxicroak, Krookodile and now even Flapple glaring and hissing and overall trying to drive some other guy away from you. For a second he's relieved he's not the only one they hate, but then he notices the guy is trying to be flirtatious towards you, and though you're not swooning at his attempts, you also don't appear to find him repulsive.

Raihan's face blanks. Oh, of course, it should've been obvious... It's not that there's something wrong with him. Your Pokémon just have a jealousy problem.

As your conversation with him goes on, though, Raihan suddenly deems it a good idea to join. He stands somewhere between the aggressive Krookodile and the creepy Toxicroak he had considered his nemeses not too long ago, while the traitorous Flapple flies near him.

Despite the less-than-thrilled expressions they regard him with when he approaches, Raihan feels a sort of camaraderie with them right now. He doesn't consider himself a possessive man by any means, and it's not like you're dating him yet. Despite that, he can be competitive concerning anything he cares about. He coughs fakely as to announce himself and goes, "Ahem, am I interrupting something?"

"Hi, Rai-Rai!" you greet, waving at him with a smile, and the other guy blushes as he watches you. "You're not interrupting anything."

"Great," he says, choosing to ignore your embarrassing nickname for him for now, clenching and unclenching his fingers in his pockets. "Remember the rematch with Leon I was telling you about? I just wanted to let you know I saved you a front-row seat if you want to come." Of course, he didn't need to announce this since phones exist, but he needed an excuse to interrupt your conversation.

"You're such a show-off," you say, though you're still smiling at him. "You better not lose if you're making me watch."

"I can't lose if my good luck charm's there, so you'd better come," he tells you in a way he believes is suave.

The Unnamed Man, who you almost forgot is still here, unnecessarily asks, "You two know each other...?" like it isn't obvious you do.

"Yeah, we're very close," Raihan confirms with maybe a tad too much enthusiasm. "I gave [Y/n] an Applin as a gift, and it turned into this Flapple, see?" he says as he points at it.

The Unnamed Man, a bit crestfallen, mumbles something under his breath and walks away. At this, you frown. "Well, that was rude," you call after him, but he turned his back on you and you can’t tell if he even registered your reprimanding. A bit disgruntled, you say, "He didn't even tell me his name when he started chatting me up."

Raihan isn't sure you gathered anything important from what just transpired, but Toxicroak gazes up at him with newfound respect and Krookodile looks proud, somehow, and tries to pat him on the back, though his short arm only reaches Raihan's waist. Flapple nuzzles into his cheek. For the first time, he feels happy to have their attention.

Does this mean they're on his side now? He hopes this isn't a 'he thinks he's on the team 😂😂😂' situation.

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Do you think if Owl House’s third season were longer instead of being crammed into 3 long episodes, it would’ve been better?

I actually did a blog about this literally the night before the S3 finale and the finale did not prove me wrong!

But I want to emphasize here that a lot of these problems... are due to S2 and S1. S3 is how it is BECAUSE of the writing choices the team made going into it. There were ALWAYS going to be problems with S3 because of how S2A was paced, because of the INSANE decisions made in the face of the shortening in S2B like the Collector. Just the insane amount of mismanaged time. But I like to provide evidence:

No usable villains: S1 had the most amount of threats that could be taken seriously and even they weren't treated the best. The EC were still mostly bumblers who could be taken out by Eda or Hooty with EASE, Lilith is used for comedy far more than threat in S1, even if her role as straight man works to keep some of her menace, Kikimora is barely there and Belos is introduced at the end of the season. All the one off villains are pathetic and usually defeated through brute force in their episodes proving that except by schemes, like Really Small Problems, they're all fucked going against Luz in S2 who now has actual power behind her. So by the end of S1, you have Hunter, Kikimora and Belos. S2A will then go on to make Hunter immediately not a villain, Kikimora a joke by the end of it and ignore Belos entirely until S2B while introducing no new real villains so now they only had BELOS and their time is running out. Also, their only human realm villain is a joke who got beat by Camila, let alone anyone with magic. Speaking of:

Edit: I straight up forgot to mention the coven heads but S2 does technically set them up... and then destroys the coven system, giving them no systemic power, and Luz literally saved all of theirs lives so they have no reason to fight her. Also because the Collector is straight up not a villain in S3, he would not be sending them out to kill people even if that were his style so they don't count as usable villains and neither does the Collector.

Power Scale Issues: In literally the sixth episode, Willow singlehandedly beats the shit out of an entire squad of trained MONSTER HUNTERS without even the element of surprise. She's just that strong. By S2's end, EVERYONE will be at her level. Luz at the START of S2, before glyph combos are introduced, takes down the Selkidamus effectively single handedly. She literally only needed physical strength of pulling the thing in and NO ONE acts like it's a question if she can slay it once she's given a sword. It's really fucking bad. And as they have magic in the human realm, all of these characters are still at that power level for what would have been the first half of the season. This means threats and villains are out of the question. How about character work?

Character Blandness: Willow has no character. She is wishy washy all the way through the series and this is true even in S1 where she is shy for half the episodes and also the most brazen person you know in the other half, sometimes in the same episode. Escaping Expulsion murdered about half of Amity's potential and Reaching Out made sure that there would literally never be a conflict about Lumity and made Amity only a bland love interest with daddy issues and her dad isn't in the human realm so you got nothing on her for the first half. Hunter had to have almost all of his shit dealt with by the end of S2 so he's a certified good guy at their side by the Day of Unity who at least half of the cast have accepted so all you have is backstory angst which they can only do so much of without it being repetitive or boring, especially if you want the BIG reveal to only happen shortly before his possession. Luz has her angst which can't be resolved until post Belos revealing it so you have half a season where NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING. You theoretically have Camila fluff and Vee angst/fluff potentially but people got pissed at Hop Pop and Sprig getting episodes dedicated to them in the human realm instead of the plot. How would most have reacted to characters who have made barely an appearance stealing half a season from the entire Hexide Squad?

Human Realm is Bad: By the end of S1, the Isles has cellphones, it has televisions, it broadcast news, it will fight for a wrong unjustly done, etc. S2 only doubles down as it introduces robots, child endangerment laws and other things that are just part of the human realm. That's why ALL of the fish out of water jokes in Thanks to Them are utter shit and require characters acting like complete morons because the two worlds are the SAME. And they have almost always been that way. The only difference is that one has electricity, the other has magic. As such, going to the human realm is just not compelling. It doesn't even have thematic reasons to do so except I guess to FINALLY actually show Luz being bullied and they didn't even do that in the specials.

And sure, stuff with the resistance could have been neat in the second half. The first half could have included good fluff like Lumity dates and Gus freaking out about the human realm for an episode. But... It would still be needing to introduce elements. It would still be scrambling for ways to fill the time because S2 killed most of the potential for the characters and was so focused on that goal, even in S2A, that it didn't introduce compelling plot elements for drama or good villains to play into its adventure elements.

Could it have been better? Possibly. But a lot of people felt how much S3's specials were just padding. Just wasted time. Now TRIPLE the length of the season?

Yeah... The shortening was a blessing, not a curse.

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So do you have some hc for the former EM master? And could you tell us a bit more about Ray and Wu friendship?

Former Fifth Gen Elemental Alliance HCs GO:

The 4th Gen is where Wu took things over (the FSM "Died" after 3rd Gen), and Morro was technically part of the early 4th Gen, so come the 5th Gen...Wu is feeling shaky about his ability to lead/teach/support all these Masters. Garmadon tries to help him (in a very Garmadon fashion), but it's ultimately Ray that helps beat some confidence back into him.

Garmadon really did try to be a better brother to Wu during this time (especially since this is also after his stint with Chen), but Ray kept beating him to the punch in a lot of situations, leading to some unforeseen animosity, and Garmadon's tendency to distance himself from others (this failed spectacularly in the case of Maya, Aurora, and Libber)

Ray was the defacto leader during his Gen, even despite some Fourth Gens (Brice and Earl) still being in the picture. Like Kai, has a natural charisma when it comes to bringing together and a penchant for rallying peoples' spirits. Like Nya, he's a hardworking and project-oriented individual. He, however, does not give up when frustrated–he doubles down even harder until he's able to get things done. Wu or Maya usually have to pull him out when he gets really stuck (with the exception of forming the Time Blade, because, y'know).

His favorite sparring partner was Lilly, and would always pester Aurora about her visions of the future.

Wu was/is his best friend

Libber was like a little sister to him, and found himself feeling protective of her from time to time. He always did have his doubt about her husband...

Naturally had some reservations about Garmadon, but also had to respect him for having insights that would otherwise go over everyone else's heads, and for saying some of the things that Wu was too "soft" to ever be able to.

Lilly:

Second youngest of the 5th Gen, did not even inherit her powers until well into adulthood, which is why her father had been dedicated to the Alliance for longer than her intended. Attaining her powers so late took a giant negative toll on her body, and is also what caused her sickness later in life.

She met Lou when Lilly was viewing one of his performances in West Haven (and then tried to join in on it herself).

Unlike Cole, she was much more outspoken about how she felt about things, to the point of having next to no filter. This fizzles out with age, but she had quite the mouth when she was young snksnksnk.

Once taught Ray some dance moves in an attempt to impress Maya, but it did not go well (although Maya still remembers the moment fondly).

Was the last one to leave the fifth generation of the alliance, sticking by Wu and Garmadon well into their battles with the Skulkin Army for the future Ninjago City. But it wasn't until Garmadon got together with Koko did Lilly start longing for more time with her own husband (despite being so happy to finally contribute to the cause with her late-arriving powers), so Wu more or less forced her to leave...for better and worse.

Due to being the youngest members at the time, along with neither of them full inheriting their parents' powers right away, Lilly hit it off with Aurora, although the amount of times Aurora's had to stitch Lilly up (both for clothes and for wounds) is immeasurable.

Was the only one to willingly spar with Garmadon during this time, despite his tendency to get stronger during fights—Lilly was never one to back down from a challenge...and Garmadon appreciated someone not being afraid to fight him.

Aurora:

Has her own darn post

The youngest of the 5th Gen, but ironically was also the first to leave it for story reasons we are already aware of~ (OR ARE WE)

Ray had a bad habit of accidentally burning away his clothes, meaning Aurora would be tailoring his stuff very often

Tried to offer Lilly some visions for her future, but Lilly preferred it to be a surprise. (Aurora looked once and immediately had regret)

Aurora wasn't particularly close with Wu, spending most of her time trying to win Garmadon over along with patching up the others + handing out fortunes, but did show Wu the deliciousness that is white tea among other recipes, and made sure he had a calming time/place to gather his thoughts.

Would try to deter Libber from some of her crazier ideas...but then somehow wound up caught up in them anyway. She avoided the consequences easily though, thanks to future vision snksnk

Would drag Garmadon out on more "fun" outings, even if he insisted otherwise (because he never wants to ruin the mood). But, because Aurora could see when things might get dicey with him, she's able to redirect the situation and makes sure that Garmadon can have some good times too

Libber:

Was such a good fighter, but tended to let it get to her head and left her over-confident

Met and married Cliff between the Serpentine War and the Time Twin incident

Loved pulling pranks on Garmadon with Lilly, and testing how far they could go before making him mad lmao. Garmadon, however, caught onto them quickly and thus stopped reacting entirely tot their shenanigans...which was more terrifying than anything else.

Wu spent a lot of time training Libber the most, as she would often be...very easily distracted, but Wu came to change his approach to teaching her, and from there they began to start seeing progressive results. Libber in turn leaves him little trinkets she finds/buys during their missions as a personal thank you.

During downtimes, would take Aurora and Garmadon out on what she called "mini adventures" to the nearest village and/or city...although nine times out of ten would get them all lost.

Maya:

TEAM MOM

Ray was whipped for Maya the moment he met her (not unlike Kai with Skylor, simpery is genetic), impressed by both her fighting ability and genuine care for others. He was afraid that fire and water couldn't mix, until it was Maya herself that got him into blacksmithing, and from there the rest was history. (she was very endeared by his tenacity <3)

Lilly looked up to Maya a lot, as Maya had a sense of direction for herself and Lilly was more of a...rolling stone *ba dum tiss* Still, Maya was Lilly's confidant when it came to seeking advice.

Wu was intimidated by Maya, but could see why Ray was so into her. Admired her for being a fast learner (and willing to help teach others in turn)

Being a hopeless romantic herself, Libber would tease Ray relentlessly about Maya (but, hey, Libber couldn't blame him—who didn't have a crush on Maya at some point?)

During times when Aurora felt down about her inability to contribute more, Maya would be the one the reassure her that she's doing a fantastic job ;w;)/

Was the one to reign in Garmadon when "the evil" became too much...which, Garmadon appreciated having someone that wouldn't let him give into his worse ambitions (if it could be helped)

[yourlocalsimpsonsandsanriofan]

💫A goofy AHHH review💫

hey guys it's ya boi Rusty here again!! and I'm here to review:

Yes yes, I can hear y'all now saying "but it's made for kids" "bro why are u watching this" 🤓☝

Stop right there, bud. ✋

This show is pretty good so far, all things considered! I decided to watch it for the nostalgia (and for mah boi Smee ofc!)!! I watched this show a little bit when I was younger, so I remember it fairly well. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it isn't cringe! (Well, some parts are a little iffy but we'll get to that in a minute.) It's actually tolerable and even made me laugh at some parts!

💫The songs💫

The songs aren't that good, in fact their kinda cringe. (But ofc I gotta go easy on this show cuz yes, it is intended for little kids with no brain cells.) At the end of every episode (wich usually consists of two episodes ranging from 15 minutes long each, making up the 30 minute mark.) There's these two ideots called Sharky and Bones who sing a song, and it's cringe. The lyrics arent funny, and their singing isn't even that good. I get that the humer is supposed to have zero brain cells, but come on guys. U gotta try a bit harder than that. The background music for the episodes is ok, nothing I would casually listen to though.

💫The characters💫

We have a few new characters to add to the Peter Pan universe by the names of Jake, Cubby (WHY ARE THEIR TWO CUBBYS?!), Izzy, Skully, Sharky and Bones. (And Captain Hook and Mr. Smee of course!!) The character designs are good, they work well for everyone, except Hook. Hook just looks weird in this art style honestly. And at first I didn't like Smee's design in this, but it grew on me. (The og is still better though!) In fact, he might even look kinda cute! :D

The voice acting for them is great too!! Its very expressive and something you wouldn't normally get from a kids show. The new voice actors for Smee and Hook almost sound IDENTICAL to the og's! There are some minor differences, but nothing to really make me get annoyed at. The animation is smooth and fluid too! I can tell that they used computer Riggs, but it's barely even noticeable! Which from what I heard, computer Riggs are pretty hard to do. So thats honestly impressive!

💫The insecurities of Jake and The Neverland Pirates💫

First off, I wanna talk about how Smee is portrayed. In the og movie, he's supposed to be a bumbling ideot (but a lovable ideot imo!). In this series, he seems to have a few brain cells, which I dislike. They didn't stay true to his character! Neither did they with Hook. He isn't that goofy anymore, neither is he evil, but he's in between. I can't really describe it, but something is off with his personality.

Like I said before, the music isn't very good, and neither is the pacing of each episode. It's inconsistent and feels too slow at times. The plot points for each episode are predictable too. The kids find something to play with, and Hook wants whatever it is and steals it and they take it back etc etc. The dabloons make no sense either! They collect dabloons each episode for their chest, but why?! What does it accomplish?! Maybe Im not smart enough to understand but that makes no sense to me. It's repetitive too, but not to the point where u want to shove a gun into the side of your head and call it quits. Like I said, it's tollerable! It does feel like Micky Mouse Clubhouse though (I HATE MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE.), but with Peter pan 💀

💫Conclusion💫

I like this show, and I think it's cute! It has potential!! Maybe just get rid of the repetitiveness and the cringe songs and it could be good! I reccomend this is you want the nostalgia from your chilhood (well technically I'm still a kid but whatever LOL)!!

That's my thoughts on this show! I haven't finished the first season yet, but maybe my views will change, but well see. But when they do, I'll keep u posted!! Thanks for reading this and I hope you have a spectacular day/night!!! I love you :D❤❤

(Oh yeah one last thing I gotta note is that Smee actually referred to Hook as "your greatness" 🤨 idk man..)