#he's like extremely possessive over rage in this au

[west-tokyo-incidents]

look, furry stuff

[r0-boat]

Do you have the nsfw ver for Whb Kings as Monsters too 👀 If you do, i'm gonna have to wait patiently though 😚

Thank you for waiting

This is the NSFW version!

Whb monsterAU!Kings (5) NSFW rut headcanons

This is part 2 of the SFW monster AU

Weretiger!Satan

Horny Satan is not the same thing as Satan in Rut. When he is horny, and he is not ashamed. He will let you know. "Hey, let's fuck." When he holds you, his hands will be trying to slide under your clothes to touch you. Humping against her leg, looking up at you, with a smirk showing you how hard he is.

Other than Levi, he is the most violent during his rut. So violence that you have to separate the snake and the cat so they don't kill each other. In his rage, he will transform, pick you up by the neck of your clothing, and run off with you to the wilderness to God knows where to have his way with you. He doesn't like transforming when You're underneath them, He gets thoughts about taking you hard and rough leaving deep bites and deeper scratches licking up your blood as he breeds you full. So he always tries to leave when it gets really bad.

There is only two ways to take him: tie him up and watch him struggle, whimper, growl hiss, and beg for you to release him. Or become his personal fuck toy until he is satisfied. Who once you're done, you're going to be covered in bite marks and scratches, maybe even bruises of how hard he's holding you. He will throw your legs over his shoulders and pound into you like his only job is fuck you deep.

During ruts as well as getting more violent, He gets more protective, always hanging off your shoulder glaring it whoever you're talking to, waiting for them to touch you.

Dragon!Mammon

Like a certain tiger, he is no animal. He is not sure how humans Court, But he does know how dragons do it. Showering you and his prized possessions, gold, and jewels, and then take you right there on his treasures.

When his rut nears His golden scales begin to show on his body, something he tries to hide since he's trying to be among the humans. But for you, he will proudly show his body. Not only that, but his tail, fangs, and horns will begin to show before he cannot control himself. His greediness also heightens, begins to monopolize your time.

Unlike a certain snake, he does not like taking you by force. He wants you to choose him, but that doesn't mean he'll play fair... He will tease you, But he won't give you what you want just yet, not until he is for sure that You will give yourself to him. He will talk in great lengths about how he will pleasure you and that he will not stop till the sun rises, only for him to take you once again.

He gets the urge to build a nest. Moving as much of his gold and jewels as he can into his room. He fills his large room with his treasure, with a large bed filled with pillows, blankets, and sheets, anything soft and comfortable for you to lay on. He even has something you can wear—white and lacy with nothing else underneath for easy access.

Leviathan

Naga's are very protective of their mates, and Levi is no exception in fact he is extremely possessive as well. When he claims something in your room he will fight it to the better end. And it becomes a consistent problem when he claims your bed or your closet.

And it gets worse Oh dear, does it get worse during his rut? He is clingy like Satan but ten times worse, practically holding on to you like velcro. You wake up with him wrapped around you, and if you move, he squeezes. If you pass out That's no skin off his nose that means you can't leave him until you wake up.

DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT TOUCH OR SMELL LIKE ANY OTHER HYBRID THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW. His self-control is already hanging on by a thin little strand. And that will be the final cut. He is not soft when it comes to mating either. He will bend you down his clawed hands digging into your throats, and he will fuck you till you cannot walk for weeks.

Murmuring about how he's going to break you. His jealousy, possessiveness, and even possessiveness are at full force. However he does see you as his mate and he becomes gentler. His hateful facade fades almost completely. He cuddles you, he kisses you, calls you mate. One of these rare moments when he's gentle and expresses his love for you.

Beelzebub

His rut is whenever he wants it to be. All jokes aside; how he found you is by scent alone. It was just a coincidence that a lot of other people he knows also found you. Your scent was irresistible something he had never sensed before. And before he knew it he was there.

He does have ruts. Where he gets the urge to show his body and his wings off to you, maybe even hum a tune when you're leaning against him. Come to think of it, when the two of you dance together, all he wants to do is pin you right there and have his way with you. He wasn't aware of that these were just mating rituals. Maybe he just forgot because it's already something he does.(except for the humming that's new)

He has never fallen for anyone before, sure he's had sex but you are different. Is it safe to say that he is nervous? He wants to really romance you, not just take you and leave you breathless on his cock. Well, that too, but he wants to make sure you have fun. It's just hard to do that when your body is making him feel hungrier than usual.

But you are worth it. He wants to feel the rush of adrenaline when he finally gets to have you after hours of staring, and sexual tension. And he hopes you feel that too with him. And that's when he'll take you raw and primal.

Lucifer

"Vampires don't get ruts"well, that's what he thought until his body started feeling rather hot. Shit... It all started when he took you out on a date. And he enjoyed it, and he really liked you. Now, every now and then, his body would feel uncomfortably hot. His pants would feel unimaginably tight, and he can't stop thinking about you.

Vampires are prideful and elegant beings. Now here he was, disheveled because of a Human. He is frustrated at his lack of a control over his own body but also curious that you could do this to him. And when he takes you in an attempt to take back his control, You will submit yourself fully to him.

During this time, he sees you like prey. He looks at you as if a tiger eyeing its meal. Even the slightest touch screams how much he wants you. He will make you lose control like you do to him. The urge to sink his teeth into your neck is annoying; he's never had the desire to taste blood from the source, not for a long time. But he could smell how sweet and rich your blood is from here, and it's driving him up the wall.

He will make you cry on his cock. He will make sure you know that you are screwed once you're in the bedroom alone with him. He will make you feel small and submissive under his touch, under his gaze. And that's when he'll take you. Like an animal.

[bella-goths-wife]

What exactly do the Vs want from Pet? Whether to increase their power, what is each of the Vs looking with them?

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What is each V member looking for in pet?

Warnings: mentions of adult film industry, emotional, physical and psychological abuse,mentions of sexual assault

Vox:

Originally Vox just wanted to use your power to gain him more influence and money

He saw you as a convenient person who he could use up until your powers ran dry before kicking you to the curb

But then you had to go and intrigue him

Your nature of cunning manipulation for survival and your lack of empathy for those who mock you just intrigued him beyond comprehension

He watched you for months as you handled mockery and abuse flawlessly, you had a strength about you that wasn’t common amongst hells population

He spent so much time with you and watched as your abilities grew and part of him felt like he wanted to show you how to use it to its full ability

But there was also a weakness to you that he wanted to exploit in a self imposed way, he wanted to rub away your strength to expose the fleshy vulnerability underneath

And he does as he used the power imbalance between you two to push you to your limits to see the truth underneath your act of strength

He wants a fatherly bond with you, he views you as the daughter he could never have when he was alive

He wants to groom you to be his heir, while also keeping you just powerless enough to never try and contradict him

He wants to raise you above the rest but keep you under his thumb

Velvette:

At first, velvette just wanted a competent assistant to make her life easier

And when Vox brought you in, she trusted that he hadn’t brought in some idiot so she decided to use you to assist her

And you were good at it, extremely good at it

You were so obedient, velvette often commented

Like a dog, she’d always state confidently

She just grew to like you as her obsession became sustained by working with you so closely

She quickly realised why she wanted your presence so much

You became a pet to her

Something cute to pet and show off

And something that she could hold power over you

She gains entertainment from you, you sustain her constant need for attention without her having to endure a friendship with you

She cares about you, but in the same way she’d care about an expensive car

Your a possession to her, you’ve gained her favour through obedience and she craves something to have brief affection with while being able to degrade you

She wants a pet most of all, and you make such a pretty mutt

Valentino:

Valentino wants a victim

Sure, he has plenty in his porn studios who he can abuse at the drop of a hat

But there’s something different about you

Your ability is able to calm him during his rages, and that makes you feel so much more of an intimate victim to Valentino

He has many uses of you, therapist, punching bag, assistant and calmer

He wants to provoke emotions out of you that he can’t get from anyone else

Your like a shiny toy that he wants to poke at to see what reaction you give

Your the perfect victim to him

The perfect toy

He treats you similar to his other toys but the fact that his touches only border on assault shows your a favourite

He doesn’t know what he wants from you, he just knows that he wants you

Your his favourite toy and he wants to keep you forever

This is probably the worst piece I’ve written for this au but I’m sleep deprived and it’s been in my drafts for too long 😭

I’m sorry it’s not detailed

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

hi sweetie! <3 i was wondering if i can request some fluff (maybe with a smut in the end it’s up to you) with ghost and innocent!girly!reader where ghost got all overprotective over her when some guy is harassing her and she got really scared and anxious? feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like writing this! have a wonderful day, sweetheart ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

hi angel!! i hope you enjoy! <3 i didn’t add smut at the end it kinda got more serious i hope that’s okay!!! <33

(sorry if this is bad i wrote it in class KANDK)

(unmasked! ghost)

(this is kinda an au! type of thing so most everything is completely inaccurate to COD)

warnings: blood, slight violence, reader is shorter than ghost, reader is lifted up by ghost, innocent!reader, slightly dark!ghost, possessiveness, size difference (i pinned ghost as 6’6 hehe woops), tattooed!ghost (U WILL NEVER STOP ME)

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ghost has always been overprotective of you, ever since the day you two met—not just when u guys started dating.

his hands always find their place on ur body, making it known to everybody you were his and only his-and he was yours and wholly only yours.

so when u two went out with price and the rest of the team to a busy bar out in the city, ghost’s hands never once left your body.

even when u two were sat next to each other at the booth, his bulky arm stayed draped over ur shoulder, ur hand fiddling with his big tattooed one as he gave dirty looks to any man that dared to look in your direction.

everything was going smoothly until your small voice made his ears perk— “gotta go to the bathroom, be right back..”

you began to part from ghost’s grasp before he caught ur small hand in his. “do ya need me to go with ya?”

u giggled, blushing slightly. “simon, i don’t need ur help going pee!—ill be right back.”

ghost wasn’t always one for extreme PDA, but he could see the hungry looks of the men at the bar staring at you. and he didn’t like that. not one bit. before u could escape, he adjusted his grip on ur hand to on ur forearm, pulling u towards him as he kissed u possessively.

he heard ur small, surprised yelp as his soft —but bitten lips moved over yours, his tongue beginning to slip into ur silky mouth before u pulled away—face burning of shyness as soap and price looked away, a small smile playing on their lips out of amusement from ur embarrassment and ghost’s act possessiveness.

“love you.” simons gruff voice spoke; a slightly smug smirk playing on his pink lips.

“i love you too.” you spoke quietly biting ur lower lip as butterflies fluttered in ur tummy.

simon watched as u walked away, ur short skirt swaying as u stepped through the crowd.

“obsessed much?” soap chuckled, and price laughed with him.

“yes.” ghost replied shortly, taking a sip of his whiskey and setting it next to your strawberry daiquiri, cool water droplets beading off of ur drink.

three minutes passed and ghost started to feel unease settling in his gut.

turns out, his gut was right to feel that nagging way.

“stop!” through the music and loud chatter of people, he could hear your small voice shout. his heart dropped, and he immediately peeled through the crowd, his height making it easy for him to see over everyone’s head.

a thin man with blonde hair groped at ur body from outside the restroom door of the bar.

“jus-“ the man laughed sickeningly, grabbing ur breast as u tried to squirm away from him, tears streaming down your face. “stop movin’, baby, just wanna feel you.. bet ur nice and tight.” he smacked ur butt, cries escaping ur throat as u tried to gasp for simon’s name but nothing came out of your mouth as u shut ur eyes tightly. maybe this was a dream—maybe the man would go away—just maybe.

ghost’s body filled with an unimaginable amount of rage, and from the corner of the room, konig (who was drinking and leaning against a wall chatting up an older woman), confusedly looked at simon as the wall blocked his view of you.

he knew that deadly look in his friend’s eyes when he saw it.

shit.

loud thunks of simon’s combat boots pounded on the ground as he ripped the disgusting man off of you, his height towering over the man.

he could see the way you cried, eyes shut and whimpering as you choked on your sobs.

“hey!” the man shouted, right before ghost smacked his head into the wall; ghost’s fists colliding with the man’s face.

anger crawled throughout his body as he almost went on autopilot, the man’s face bloody and battered as simon repeatedly punched him.

punch, punch, punch—

“ghost!” price barked, trying to pry simon off of the man. “ he’s done, ghost. enough!”

your eyes peeled open as you cried, gasping as you saw the mess of a face of the man that assaulted you. his nose crooked as it took konig, price, soap, and gaz to pull simon off of the limp man.

the bar was quiet besides the music and ur little cries. blood splotched simon’s knuckles as he breathed heavily.

the man on the ground groaned, and simon almost broke through the grasp of his team behind him before the cloud of anger subsided when he heard your small, “s-simon.”

stepping on the man’s leg, simon’s large, bruised hands cupped your face, your eyes glossy with tears.

“cmon.” he spoke gruffly, holding you against him as you both made your way out of the bar to the back alley where it was quiet.

“i-“ you choked on a sob as ghost pulled you to him, his large frame dwarfing yours as he shushed you, kissing the top of your head.

“no one’s gonna hurt you like that again. i would’ve killed him—“ his accent was thick as his grip on you tightened. he took a deep breath.

you sniffled into his warm chest, ur arms wrapped around him tightly.

“are you okay?” he asked after a moment of listening to your small weeping cries.

you nodded. “‘m okay now, just scary ‘s all..” you hiccuped, and simon easily picked you up to be closer to you. you nestled your face into his neck, his large hand rubbing along your back.

“i should’ve been there.” he spoke quietly.

you sniffled, pulling away from his neck to look at him. “you didn’t know, ‘s okay.”

simon didn’t say anything, he just adjusted you in his grip and wiped the tears from your face gently with his calloused thumb.

you kissed his lips gently, giggling when he sucked on your lower lip tenderly.

simon’s body warmed at the sound.

he always knew immediately when he met you that he would kill for you.

and this night just proved that further.

he would do anything for you.

anything.

[another-lost-mc]

Wait a minute now hold on! Vampire Asmo makes the most sense to me out of everyone. He's the avatar of lust and what's most commonly known about vampires? Their bloodlust is usually the first thing one would think of. Like I already love to see the demons with the more "monstrous" attributes but this event? Flawless. This is purely me having an absolute thirst for demons being possessive and wanting to mark/scent their person up. 🤭

You're right—Asmodeus as the Avatar of Bloodlust is amazing. A little scary, though.

Vampire!ASMODEUS x gn!Reader, 1.1k words, nsfw, dark themes if you squint.

Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour: possessiveness/jealousy, obsessive/unhinged thoughts, implied violence/murder, spicy towards the end.

more from the vampire!au

Vampire!Asmodeus whose aura is more alluring now, and it's stronger and more seductive than the strongest charm magic. He hopes he never has to use it on you.

Vampire!Asmodeus who falls even more in love with you because there's nothing more romantic than you willingly giving him your blood. He cries the first time he feeds from you because he loves you so much and you're so precious to him, and you taste so good...

Vampire!Asmodeus who is more sensitive to smell now than ever before. He loves your scent, but smelling others on you triggers possessive fury deep inside him. You should only smell like him.

Vampire!Asmodeus who is extremely clingy when you’re in public or around other vampires and demons. He’s not shy about being affectionate with you where others can see. He wants them to see how much he loves you. He isn’t shy about warning others to stay away from you if they get too close. His aura crackles with power and he growls, deep and menacing in his chest, at anyone that tries to touch you. It’s the only warning they’ll get.

(Vampire!Asmodeus who always knows if someone dared to approach you when he wasn’t around to scare them off. Your scent is tainted, and he gently coaxes the truth from you—you might not mention it if he doesn’t bring it up first. You shrug it off as silliness because everyone knows you’re together, and he hides his rage with fake smiles and gentle teasing. He waits until later, when you’re sated and fast asleep in his bed, before he goes hunting for vermin that should know their place.)

Vampire!Asmodeus who secretly likes taking you to public places where he can show off to everyone else that you’re his. When possessiveness simmers deep inside him, his emotions—his love for you, his lust for your body and your blood���amplifies tenfold. He's desperate for everything you can give him. Feeding from you and fucking you is so much sweeter when he’s overwhelmed with passion.

Vampire!Asmodeus who takes you to places like The Fall when he wants to indulge in a night of bloodlust and depravity with you. His hands roam your body and linger on your pulse points so he can feel your heartbeat beneath his fingertips. The heat of the dance floor causes your blood to pump faster and it enhances your delicious scent and taste even more.

Vampire!Asmodeus whose rumbling purr builds to a growl in his chest as crushes your lips together. He licks into your mouth and his fingernails dig into your hips when your tongue brushes against one of his fangs. His eyes blaze bright with possessive rage when he glares over your shoulder at the others watching nearby. He knows they're staring at you like a piece of meat, but they can’t have you because you’re his.

Vampire!Asmodeus who grinds his cock against you in search of friction because he wants you to know exactly how much you affect him. Bloodlust tinges the edge of his vision with red when you reach between your bodies and squeeze the hardened length against your hip.

(Vampire!Asmodeus who momentarily thinks about wiping that teasing smirk from your face by pushing you to your knees so he can choke you on his cock and paint your lips with his cum.)

Vampire!Asmodeus who can barely resist the urge to bite you now. He leads you off the dancefloor towards the private room he keeps on reserve for his use—he wants you so badly, he can hardly stand it—

Once you're alone, Vampire!Asmodeus rips your clothes to tatters as he backs you towards the bed and covers your naked body with his own. Your skin is so warm and glistens with sweat, and the sweet aroma of your blood and your arousal nearly makes him drool as he stares down at you.

Vampire!Asmodeus who is stunned by the love and lust reflected in your own eyes, and he wants you so badly but he won’t risk hurting you by rushing things. He murmurs his love and praise against your neck as his fingers tease between your legs and prepare you for his cock. He's so desperate for your blood on his tongue and your body clenching around his, but above all else, he needs to hear you say you love him too.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he whines between open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. “You’re so beautiful and so perfect, I love you so much.”

His eyes meet yours when you cup his cheek so softly with your palm. “I love you too,” you say, trailing off into a high-pitched moan as his fingers scissor inside you and stretch you even more. You arch your back against his chest and roll your hips to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, but it’s not enough. “Please, I’m ready, I want you so badly—” 

Vampire!Asmodeus who finally sinks his fangs into your neck at the same time he buries his cock deep inside you. His hips move in sync with the greedy, slurping pulls of blood he coaxes from your veins. He groans when you come first, your body tightening around his cock like the sweetest vice until he comes too. 

Vampire!Asmodeus who licks the wounds on your neck to expedite their healing. His mouth is smeared with crimson and his eyes are glossy and unfocused. He groans when you pull him to your mouth for a sloppy, desperate kiss as pleasure surges through you.

(Vampire!Asmodeus who wonders if you like tasting your blood on his tongue after he's fed from you. Part of him wants to offer you his blood too—do you think about it sometimes, like he does?)

Vampire!Asmodeus who slides down your body because he’s still hungry for you. He bites into the soft, plush skin of your thighs and drinks while your hands tangle in his hair. He chases the taste of your blood with the cum and slick that coats your skin. He alternates drinking from your thighs and making you come with his mouth over and over until your voice is hoarse from screaming his name. 

Vampire!Asmodeus who gathers you in his arms and curls around you protectively when you're ready to sleep. He licks his lips and hums happily at the delicious taste of your blood and cum that still coats his tongue. He traces the lingering bite marks on your neck and thighs as you drift off to sleep, the neat lines of puncture wounds arranged in shapes of the letter ‘A’.

Vampire!Asmodeus who loves you more than anything or anyone else, including himself. 

Obey Me! Masterlist

[ace-race-ace]

Legacy AU - Part 1 - First day back

Prologue - Next part

It’s mid-January when Lance gets called into the factory for the pre-season. He’d spent the last few weeks spending time with his family and friends, snowboarding to his heart’s desire. The snow, despite being unmistakably cold, felt like warmth and comfort to him. A way to recenter himself, a reminder that no matter what, he can always come back to this feeling when things get hard. It also gave him time to reflect, to think more clearly without the constant stress of the next race looming over his head.

The same couldn’t be said about the damp, gloomy weather of England.

Thick rivulets splash against the car window, the gray clouds above showing no indication of clearing up anytime soon. Lance sighs as he presses his forehead on the cold glass. Soft music plays through his headphones as the dark rolling hills whizz by, obscured by the downfall. He can’t help but feel a bit lost, sitting alone in the backseat, the driver hidden by a separating panel. It felt a little like riding in a car possessed by an unknown spirit, leading him to his inevitable doom. Damn, he needs to get back to his senses. He’s here because he wants to. He wants to get working on the car, log in hours in the simulator, get the thrill of barreling through a circuit at 300 kilometers an hour. He wants to win, and make everyone proud, his family, his friends, and himself.

But most of all, Fernando Alonso.

Unsurprisingly, his thoughts this winter break often drifted to Fernando, his new official boss. Lance knows he needs to tread carefully. The rules have changed now. His advances, his flirting, his need to be close to the Spaniard has to be more measured. But the truth is, he isn’t sure he can hold himself back.

It was innocent, a little silly at first. Sure, he noticed from the start how his stomach would flip whenever Fernando would laugh or smile at his suggestive jokes, but he convinced himself it was just nervousness. Yet as the years went by, there was no denying the pull he had towards his fellow driver. Fernando became a person of comfort, of safety away from home. An island of peace and understanding within the raging storm that is being an F1 driver. The Spaniard opened himself to Lance, listening to his gripes about the team, the car, or his own performance, giving advice or support any way he could. Fernando would also offer physical comfort, pulling him into a tight embrace to calm him down after a hard day. Lance became used to feeling his head rest against the older man’s chest and letting the slow heartbeat cradle him to sleep.

Could he really be blamed for his wires starting to get crossed? Lance had never been cared for like this by anyone else. Sure his father gave him anything he wanted but sometimes, all Lance needed was to be held and heard. The fact Fernando is also undeniably handsome and a racing legend didn’t help his poor head getting tripped up. Admittedly, he’d let his selfish desires take over his moral compass a bit too often. In hindsight, begging to suck off your teammate after a win was a bit too extreme, but he’d seen the desire reflect in those brown eyes. If there was a way in, Lance would fight for it.

There was also the matter of the celebration party after Brazil. Fernando had been caught up the whole night by the throngs of people wanting to talk to him, party with him, congratulate him, it was no surprise Lance didn’t see much of him. He spent most of the night with Esteban, downing a few fancy drinks paid for by Lawrence’s tab. A few people came to congratulate him on the team effort but didn’t linger long before looking for the champion. Of course, Lance was happy for Fernando but he could help the twinge of jealousy. The car was a championship winning car yet he’d only secured fourth, missing out on the podium which was instead filled by the two Ferrari drivers, Verstappen and Leclerc. Towards the end of the season, Ferrari and even McLaren had started shaping up, nearly catching up which can only spell trouble for the next season. Aston Martin had the jump on everyone this year but the other teams were now ready to bring back the fight, their fancy, efficient facilities in tow. Lance felt apprehensive, and no amount of comfort from Esteban, whom he’d been ranting to all night, helped the situation. The Frenchman knew how down on himself Lance could get but he could tell the conversation wasn’t going anywhere so he made his excuses and left him at the bar, promising to catch up later. Lance let him go, even if it meant standing at the counter alone. Some people tested their luck trying to strike up a conversation now that Esteban was gone, but he wouldn’t give them even a passing glance. If stories about him being an asshole pop up in the media tomorrow, he can easily blame it on being drunk, celebrating too hard.

Just about when he was going to call it a night, Lance felt a pair of strong hands wrap around his waist from behind.

“Cariño, I have not spoken with you all night. I need to thank you again, my victory is all thanks to you.”

There is no mistaking Fernando’s voice no matter how slurred it is. Lance turned to face him and caught the older driver’s blissed out smile. His hair looked drenched, sticking up wildly. Lance didn’t dare check if it was from sweat or champagne - probably a nauseating mix of both.

“Fernando, you know that’s not true. I made too many mistakes that could have lost us the constructors. And those close calls that nearly crashed us both out.”

The Spaniard made a show of rolling his eyes and waving a hand as if he were batting away the words.

“I don’t care about that Lance. We won is all that matter. And next year, you become champion, and we win again!”

Lance laughed and shook his head.

“You really think that will happen?”

Fernando pulled the younger driver closer, their hips now flush against each other. Lance gasped as his arms got trapped between them.

“I promise I make you champion next year.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Fernando.”

The older man lifted a hand to Lance’s face, cradling his cheek. His thumb started slowly rubbing back and forth. Lance can’t help but snuggle ever so slightly into the hold, which makes Fernando smile.

“I promise. I believe in you, in us.”

Lance has to laugh at how those words would have sounded in a different context. If things were different. Suddenly, he felt Fernando tighten the hand around his face and pull him down. Their lips met in the middle in a soft kiss, Lance feeling the rough scratch of his beard against his skin. It takes a few moments for both of their consciousnesses to kick in and realize what had just happened. They both pull away from each other, remaining silent. Fernando met his gaze, his brown eyes reflecting the same affection and uncertainty in Lance’s own. He makes a vague gesture, clears his throat and walks away from the younger driver, leaving him once again alone.

There was something there, Lance knows it. Was it worth risking everything he had? Everything his father and him had worked towards? Lance knows the rational answer, but every time he thinks of Fernando, his strong hands, his sweet and caring manner, he can’t help but want more. He hasn’t seen Fernando in person since the party, communicating only through sparse work emails. Lance already hates this new dynamic. They were never just coworkers, and now he’s supposed to become Fernando’s docile employee that only works on success and productivity? Forget everything about how his lips felt against his? Fuck off.

Lance is broken out of his thoughts as the car stills. The familiar window bay isn’t as inviting under the downpour but at least the car has pulled up under the canopy. He thanks the driver and pulls the door open. A chill settles in his bones as he makes his way through the front door, the wings of the Aston Martin logo looming above.

Thankfully, it is much warmer inside. The receptionist greets Lance with a smile, indicating where the meeting would be taking place. He bumps into a few mechanics along the way, striking up an easy conversation in his usual nonchalant tone. It’s obvious the factory has been hard at work again, people jogging from place to place, the ringing sounds of machines throughout the building, interns slipping by with coffee, not a single still moment. Lawrence is the first one to pull Lance into an embrace as he enters the room, smiling brightly at his son and gesturing for him to sit. Others come to greet Lance but keep their contact minimal, most learning the hard way that the Canadian doesn’t enjoy physical contact. With exceptions of course.

He leans back in his chair and lets his resting pout come onto his face as he waits for the meeting to start. Everyone else seems engrossed in conversation, passionately discussing the upcoming season. Lance is thankful no one tries to strike up a conversation with him as he stares out the windows to the gloomy Silverstone track. No driving there today, that's for sure. Today is for all the boring bureaucratic details that Lance doesn’t care to remember but has to pretend to care about for the team. Looking at the rolling curves also reminds him of the expectation placed on him to win Silverstone this year, bringing in Aston Martin’s home race. In the past few years, both he and Fernando have failed to do so. Whether it be failed upgrades, tricky conditions, or crashes, they’ve never been able to pull it together. Lance feels dejected about his chances of ever winning here or anywhere else for that matter.

Finally, the door opens once more and conversations go quiet. Lance whips his head around faster than he is willing to admit.

Fernando looks categorically normal. Which for him of course means a perfect beaming smile, an undeniably handsome face, and energy that thrums through the room. He goes around greeting everyone with simple pats on the back or handshakes. Lance feels himself still in anticipation of his touch as he makes his way around the room. The conversations have started up again, people already throwing questions at Fernando who easily brushes them off and promises to address them all in a minute. As he passes by Lance, he is still turned towards an engineer. Fernando doesn’t say anything to Lance but squeezes his shoulder tightly before moving on. Lance hates how such a simple gesture sends shivers down his spine.

Fernando gets to the front of the oval table, still grinning widely. Lawrence shakes him lightly before taking a seat.

“Thank you everyone for being here. I am excited to start this new season with everyone here and everywhere else in the factory. We have a lot to go through today, so let’s get right into it.”

Lance tries to focus. He really does. He jots a few notes on the first few slides about the few rules and regulation changes. New changeable aero front wing mechanism, Mgu-k development, bla bla bla. Lance loses the thread pretty soon, especially when he is transfixed by the way Fernando moves his hands as he explains everything. The older man exudes confidence as if he’d been Team Principal for years. He answers questions with ease, not once looking unsure of his answer and inviting others more knowledgeable in specific aspects to share more. As teammates, Lance has never once heard Fernando talk about the car parts in such detail, it was as if he’d suddenly gotten 3 engineering degrees in a couple of months. Lance never thought the explanation of how piston positioning affects the motor efficiency would make him hot under the collar but the smooth Spanish accent that came along with it seals the deal.

Eventually, they move on to the less technical aspects of the seasons. Which tracks would suit the car, how the competition is looking, and what they need to develop. And most importantly, how they are going to win. Fernando hasn’t looked at Lance once this entire meeting but when he mentions the possibility of another world championship, he crosses his gaze and winks. Lance feels a blush come on his cheeks as he looks back down to his notebook, covered in nonsensical scribbles.

The presentation is over, and Fernando opens the floor for more questions. It’s at this point Lance actually notices his new teammate Felipe Drugovich has been here the whole time. The Brazilian peppers questions at Fernando, about the car handling, the sim work, changes to the steering wheel, all things Lance should have thought of as well. Instead, Lance sinks deeper in his seat as he watches Fernando smile at Felipe, reminding him he’d be here for advice and support throughout the season.

At long last, Lawrence declares the meeting over and ushers everyone back to work. Lance gets up slowly, his body having relaxed a bit too much into his seat. As he is about to leave the room, he feels a hand around his bicep.

“Lance, stay a bit? I want to talk to you.”

Lants. The way Fernando says his name never fails to get to him. He stills and watches everyone else filter out of the room. Once alone, he turns around to face his…boss. The grip on his arm hasn’t left as it burns through the fabric of his shirt.

“Thank you, Lance. I just wanted to check in, and make sure you are ok?”

Lance gives him a flat smile.

“Yep. Totally fine.”

Fernando sighs and chews on his lip.

“Are you sure? It seems today you were…distracted. Didn’t ask any questions, was very quiet.”

“I’ve been driving for a while. I know how it goes, I just didn’t have anything to say.”

The hand resting on his arm squeezes a little tighter.

“Of course, I know. But if we are going to make you world champion…you need to fight for it too. Drugovich is not strong enough for it, you are the only hope.”

Lance rolls his eyes and tears his arm from Fernando’s grip.

“Yeah because that’s what it’s all about. Making a champion. You don’t care about me, you only want to keep your job. Build your legacy.”

Fernando furrows his brows at the younger man before taking a step closer into his space.

“That is not true Lance. I care a lot about you. More than I should. But there are things to do, for the team. Lawrence wants the team to stay on top and I’m going to do everything to make it happen but I cannot do this without you.”

Lance swallows, looking down at Fernando’s face. It looked truthful, pleading. No matter how stubborn he can be, there is no refusing the older man’s soft gaze. The young driver sighs and chews on the inside of his cheek. He wants to believe Fernando, but there is such uncertainty that lies ahead. The other teams are no longer playing catch up, articles about their ongoing car development are released every day. Lance will be competing against drivers with over ten times more winning experience than he has. It’s become impossible to feel any kind of hope. A year ago, he would have shared his thoughts freely with Fernando, the older man probably pulling him into his chest as he listened, but that comfort could no longer happen. At least that is what he convinced himself.

“I’ll try my best Fernando.”

The Spaniard smiles and places a hand on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles. Lance closes his eyes at the soft touch.

“That is all I ask. I will handle the rest.”

Fernando’s other hand comes to grasp the dip in Lance’s waist, the place that never fails to make the younger man melt, a soft sound makes its way out of his throat. Fernando seems to immediately regret his action as he pulls away completely. He brings his hands to his face and turns away.

“Joder. Sorry, Lance. I…I shouldn’t have. Please have a good rest of your day.”

Lance’s pout comes back onto his face as he opens the door and steps out of the room. Was this how it would be? Is Fernando restraining his touches towards him? The uncomfortable knot in Lance’s stomach was only going to get worse over the season if it continued like this. He feels pathetic, but he needs the older man’s touch.

Anger takes over his senses as he starts down the hallway. It’s not fair. Fernando was the only reason he’d pulled through last year, how will he do it this year?

He only makes it a few paces down the hall before Felipe lifts off a wall to trail next to him.

“Hey Lance! What did Fernando want with you? Anything important?”

Lance sighs and starts to walk a little faster.

“None of your business.”

Felipe’s face falls and Lance feels a little bad and slows his pace.

“Look Felipe, this season is going to be a bitch. Last year was a fluke, we were lucky to get our car working within the new regulations, but the others will have caught up now. It means every man to himself.”

Felipe frowns his eyebrows. The rookie has waited years for his chance to finally come, probably idolizing the whole experience but Lance is never one to make false pretenses for anyone.

“Isn’t that why we should work together? If all the teams have a fighting chance, we can maximize points by sticking together and helping each other out, no?”

“Maybe in a regular season. But no matter what Fernando and others have been telling you, we aren’t going to have the best car. And we aren’t the best drivers. So don’t keep your hopes too high, you’ll only be disappointed.”

With that, Lance picks up his pace once again, leaving his teammate stunned to silence.

He makes his way to the sim room, his first scheduled session of the season only moments away. The engineers catch him up on a few changes, mostly to the steering wheel configuration and movable aero developments. Today isn’t about performance but getting a real feel for the car, which Lance appreciates. The snug seat that squeezes his sides is a welcomed comfort as well. The lights turn off, and he is left alone in the dark room, illuminated only by the screen in front of him. Lance feels like he can finally breathe easily for the first time all day.

The laps start off slow, the car is still quite unstable and needs to be adjusted after every lap. The low drone of the engineers going through the fixes continues to relax Lance’s mind, the familiarity comforting. He gives a bit of feedback here and there but most of the work has to be done behind the controls. Finally, the car starts to respond better to his inputs, the cornering much smoother than before. Lance starts to push a bit harder, breaking late, changing the racing line, switching gears more aggressively, and unfortunately, the result is quite mediocre. The engineers remind him this is only the first day, that it will get better but Lance can’t help but feel a bit frustrated. By lap 124, his pace has barely improved, despite increased power. The car is too twitchy, registering slight accelerations as slamming the pedal to the floor, causing it to spin out wildly. The brake has the complete opposite problem, Lance has to use the force of both of his feet in the high braking zones, throwing off his rhythm. The team scrambles to understand the issues but nothing is working. The communication that was a comfort just a few hours ago is now nagging and annoying to Lance’s ear. He responds in short, angered phrases, unwilling to stop and regroup. His hands squeeze the wheel too hard, causing cramps in his hand but when offered a break, he only restarts the simulation. Everyone on the line is trying to get him to stop. They weren’t making any progress and tiring himself out for no reason wasn’t going to help. Lance ignored their words, eyes fixed on the screen in front. Suddenly the chatter stops.

“Lance, please stop. Come out of the simulator.”

The tires screech as Lance finds himself in the wall. His heart is pounding, his throat feels dry. How long had he been here? His legs shake as he pulls himself out of the seat. The light switches back on dimly and he turns towards the control center. Fernando holds a headset to his ear, his face etched in concern. Lance gives him a half-hearted thumbs up before walking out.

Fernando isn’t in the control room anymore by the time he gets there. They pull up a chair for him and start going through the data. The engineers’ discomfort is obvious, speaking slowly and hesitantly to Lance. The data is just as discouraging, showing no consistency and a lack of reliable speed on the straights. They promise Lance that this won't be reflected in the actual car but he can tell how unsure they all seem. Eventually, Jessica arrives to do some of her own sim work so he has an excuse to slip away. He passes by medical for a quick health check-up and the tailors take the opportunity to measure him for the new suit as well.

After all is done, he walks out into the cool evening, burying his nose into his scarf as he takes in some fresh air. His phone pings in his pocket, so he reaches for it. Fernando’s name floats at the top.

“I hope you are taking good care of yourself, Lance.”

Lance shuts off his phone and enters the black car that pulls up for him.

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astonmartinf1: First day back at the factory for everyone! Lance and Felipe are getting ready for testing in a few weeks time! 👏👏

Inspiring words from our team principal Fernando Alonso:

2027 is going to be an interesting season. All the work we have put in as a team will pay off as long as we continue to work together and push forward. We keep moving!

Any bold predictions for this year?👀 Leave them in the comments👇

Nandolol: omggg everyone looks great😁😁

Racinggod24: lol they really think they can win with Stroll 💀💀 what a joke

fernandoalo_oficial: Go team!

F1_forlife: Fernando as team principal is either the best or worse decision ever made 🤣

felipedrugovich: Can’t wait to hit the track 🙌

Toofast: please make a fast car 🙏

Mclaurence: no chance against the Papaya team ✴️✴️

Redrarri: Leclerc WDC even Antonelli clears Stroll and Drugovich 🤭

Aston_Ace: WOOO MY CHAMPIONS

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Red Bull Racing, Ready to be back!

……After a two year absence, the Milton Keynes based team is ready to come back and fight for wins! Their development has been on-going throughout their ban (for cost-cap infringement) and the team feels confident in their ability to pick up where they left off!

However, their line up is quite different, Verstappen signing onto Ferrari in 2026, RedBull have had to look elsewhere for their drivers. Thankfully, a trove of drivers were available for their picking, settling on signing Yuki Tsunoda alongside Liam Lawson…..

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Ollie Bearman resigns for Haas

….. “the truth is, most of the big teams don’t have any seats open. Haas has made great strides these past few years so I am happy to stay with them for now and see what we can accomplish. Who knows what the future holds.”

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Mercedes’ Andrea Kimi Antonelli expresses concern over new FIA rules

….. Controversially, the FIA has ruled that teams must disclose their development details more publicly, in hopes to tighten competition. However, this likely means development over the year will be lessened, as teams will prefer to keep big discoveries for future seasons. Antonelli worries this will cause boring racing, cars being unable to gain dominance over others.

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Hope we like it so far :)

I will be switching “perspectives” every other part or so (still in 3rd person but getting the inner thoughts of one if that makes sense)

I can also make a full “grid reveal” for this story if people are interested

Sorry this took ages to come out 😅😅

[sanguinemanare]

Hii it is me again hehe

I saw somewhere on your blog maybe 2-3 times that BM likes light blue is there any particular reason?

Also you said that it was YN who initiated intimacy so how did Bloodmoon reacted the first time ? (Ik it’s kinda open to interpretation but I’d like your thoughts on this one please :3)

And also what if BM finds YN trying to escape peak obsession? What would be his reaction after YN failure or success? (Can he rage ? Or get really really mad that something doesn’t go his way?)

Let’s say that YN noticed that BM was getting a danger for their safety and decided to take action got him caged or trapped somewhere where they still could see him and interact, what would be is plan ? Would he think of a way to get YN to free him or would he turn to his strength ?

Could Bloodmoon ever learn to be gentle because of that?

Ok well that’s all that i can think of rn ><

Sorry if my questions are obvious, it’s bc im the type of person who like to have the author thought and pov about their creation!

Hi hi! Honestly I love the appreciation and curiosity. Sorry if any of my replies don't make sense, I have a hard time putting my thoughts into words sometimes lol!

So his favorite colour is light blue. There is no specific reason as to why. I honestly just thought it'd be funny, just a big murderous character who loves hurting others, pain and blood and then just….likes a bright blue colour. (I have a stupid sense of humor)

Well for the intimacy part I don't have any set lore behind it. Just that Y/N would have to be the one to initiate because of the type of character Bloodmoon is. Think of him like a slasher film killer LOL Bloodmoon's reaction to any kind of affection is generally confusion and then curiosity, so it'd basically be the same with Y/N showing "interest" that way. He doesn't understand why someone would be showing him any form of it, because everyone else shows fear, anger and disgust. Y/N would basically have to be just as insane as him to start anything like this, I'mma be real LOL. why you getting comfortable with this man that could kill you in a heart beat. Afterward, intense possessiveness would settle and decrease Y/N's chances of leaving even more so.

Y/N trying to leave/escape Bloodmoon at peak obsession can get intense. He always sees these attempts as a game and enjoys the struggle from them. If Y/N is successful at leaving, Bloodmoon would be trying everything in his power to bring them back. This is incredibly dangerous for Y/N and anyone else who is around as he would no longer be thinking clearly and basically tunnel vision on Y/N. Frustration and anger do come into play if he's not getting what he wants. If the emotion is strong enough it eventually twists and turns to a more psychotic/deranged state and it triggers his base hunt and kill coding. There is a very high chance that if Y/N is captured during this phase that they will die.

In my AU Bloodmoon is already basically caged within a specific area so he'd be relatively used to it if it were to happen again. He would be patient and most definitely trying to coerce Y/N into either going to him or letting him out.

During peak obsession however, there would definitely be much more physical outbursts from him. That room would be utterly destroyed LOL. One thing he can do is use his corrupt coding to take control of a few things in the building. He's not exactly good at it though and a lot of the time it ends in failure but during his time trapped he would probably try to hone it to free himself if physically breaking out isn't an option.

Y/N would experience moments of complete silence and stillness from him while he tries this and it can last for hours. If he has literally no way out, he would obsessively watch Y/N any time they appear. Eventually over time he would lose his mind even more so and become even more dangerous.

Soft and gentle moments with him are extremely rare to the point of almost being non existent. He is incredibly stubborn and it's basically in his coding to be aggressive. Changing this would basically change who he is as a being. They could change his personality and coding but it would just be an entirely new animatronic.

[euno11a]

Are you comfortable with writing yandere au? If you are could you possibly write about yandere!BTS completely lost it when they found out their crush is going on a date with another guy? Thanks 👍

Ngl…I was honestly hoping someone would request this😳 I wrote a small head canon for each of the members, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: yandere au, violence, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour

Namjoon:

Namjoon had always been a quiet and reserved person, preferring to spend most of his time alone, lost in his thoughts. But ever since he laid eyes on Y/N, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Her smile, her laugh, her every move, it all captivated him in a way he couldn't explain.

He had been watching her from afar for months now, too afraid to approach her. He didn't want to scare her off with his awkwardness or worse, reveal his dark secret. He had an unhealthy and obsessive love for Y/N, and the thought of anyone else being with her sent him into a jealous rage.

So when he heard that she was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it. He couldn't believe that she would choose someone else over him, someone who truly loved her with all his heart. He had been planning for this moment ever since he first saw her, and now all his dreams were shattered.

He sat in his room, surrounded by pictures of Y/N, his hands shaking with anger. How could she do this to him? Didn't she know how much he cared for her? He couldn't let her go on that date, he just couldn't.

Without even realizing it, he found himself outside Y/N's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control his actions. He had to protect her, even if it meant going to extreme measures.

He watched as Y/N and the other guy walked out of her house, laughing and holding hands. His blood boiled with jealousy and he felt like he was going to explode. Without a second thought, he ran towards them, his mind clouded with rage.

The couple stopped in their tracks as Namjoon approached them, his eyes filled with madness. Y/N's date tried to push Namjoon away, but he was no match for the yandere's strength. Namjoon grabbed him by the throat, his grip tightening with each passing second.

'You can't have her!' Namjoon yelled, his voice filled with desperation. 'She's mine!'

Y/N's date struggled to break free, gasping for air, while Y/N stood frozen in shock. She had never seen this side of Namjoon before, and it terrified her.

Realizing what he was doing, Namjoon quickly released the guy and turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her. 'I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just can't stand the thought of you with anyone else.'

Y/N took a step back, fear evident in her eyes. She had always thought Namjoon was a little strange, but she never imagined he would do something like this. She quickly ran back into her house, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

Feeling defeated and ashamed of his actions, Namjoon slowly made his way back home. He knew he had crossed a line, and he couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being afraid of him. He loved her too much to hurt her, but his love had turned into an obsession, consuming him completely.

Jin:

Jin had always been a quiet and reserved guy, keeping to himself most of the time. But there was one thing that brought out a different side of him - his crush on Y/N.

Ever since he first laid eyes on her, Jin had been completely smitten. He would watch her from a distance, admiring her beauty and grace. He had never found the courage to approach her, always afraid of being rejected.

But one day, fate seemed to be on his side. Y/N was sitting alone at a café, looking lost and deep in thought. Jin took this as a sign and mustered up all his courage to approach her.

To his surprise, Y/N was friendly and kind, and they hit it off immediately. They talked for hours, and Jin couldn't believe his luck. From that day on, they became good friends, and Jin couldn't help but hope for something more.

However, his hopes were crushed when he found out that Y/N had a date with another guy. He couldn't believe it. How could she choose someone else over him? He had been there for her, always ready to listen and support her. But it seemed like she didn't see him in the same light.

Jin couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being with someone else. He had to do something to stop this date from happening. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself that he had no right to interfere in her personal life. But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control the intense feelings of anger and jealousy building up inside of him.

He started to stalk Y/N, following her every move and keeping a close eye on her. He was consumed by possessiveness, unable to accept the fact that someone else could have her. He even went as far as to sabotage her date, making sure that they wouldn't have a good time.

But despite his efforts, Y/N's date with the other guy went well. Jin couldn't believe it. How could she enjoy someone else's company when he was right there, willing to do anything for her? He was furious.

He couldn't take it anymore. Jin completely lost it. He confronted Y/N, pouring out all his feelings and frustrations. He didn't care if he scared her. All he wanted was for her to see that she belonged with him and no one else.

Y/N was shocked and scared by Jin's sudden outburst. She had never seen this side of him before. She tried to reason with him, telling him that she only saw him as a friend and that she had the right to go on a date with someone else.

But Jin refused to listen. He was convinced that Y/N was meant to be his and that he would do anything to make her see that. He became possessive and controlling, unable to accept any form of rejection.

Y/N was scared for her safety and decided to distance herself from Jin. She couldn't be around someone who was so unstable and obsessed with her. But Jin couldn't let her go. He became more and more desperate, trying to win her over by any means necessary.

J-Hope:

J-Hope had always been a devoted and loving friend, Y/N. He would do anything for her and would often surprise her with romantic gestures and gifts. But beneath his charming smile and caring nature, there was a dark and possessive side to J-Hope that only Y/N knew about.

J-Hope was a yandere, a person who becomes obsessed and possessive over his love interest to the point of violence. He had always managed to keep this side of him hidden, but when he found out that Y/N was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it.

It all started when Y/N received a text from her friend inviting her to a concert. She was excited and immediately told J-Hope about it, not thinking much of it. But when he found out that the concert was with another guy, his mind went into overdrive.

He couldn't believe that Y/N would even consider going on a date with someone else. She was his, and no one else's. He spent hours pacing in his room, trying to come up with a plan to stop Y/N from going on that date.

The day of the concert arrived, and J-Hope's nerves were on edge. He couldn't sit still, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/N with another guy. He knew he had to do something, and he had to do it fast.

He quickly got dressed and drove to Y/N's house. He found her getting ready and tried to contain his anger as he watched her put on a beautiful dress. She looked stunning, but the thought of her going out with another guy made his blood boil.

'Are you really going to go on a date with that guy?' J-Hope asked, his voice trembling with anger.

Y/N was taken aback by his sudden outburst. She had never seen him like this before, and it scared her. She tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't listen.

'You belong to me, Y/N. No one else has the right to take you out on a date,' J-Hope growled, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.

Y/N was frightened by his words and his intense gaze. She had never seen him like this before, and she didn't know what to do. She tried to reason with him, but he was beyond reasoning.

In a fit of rage, J-Hope grabbed Y/N's arm and dragged her out of the house. He drove her to an isolated spot and locked her in the car. Y/N was now terrified, and she knew that J-Hope was capable of anything in this state.

'You are mine, Y/N. I won't let anyone else have you,' J-Hope said, his voice filled with madness.

Y/N could see the crazed look in his eyes, and she knew that she needed to escape. She managed to unlock the car door and ran out, but J-Hope was hot on her heels.

He chased her through the woods, his mind consumed with thoughts of Y/N being with someone else. Y/N ran as fast as she could, but she couldn't outrun J-Hope. He caught up to her and grabbed her, his grip tight on her arms.

'Please, J-Hope, let me go,' Y/N begged, tears streaming down her face.

But J-Hope was beyond reason. He had completely lost his grip on reality, and the only thing he could think about was keeping Y/N by his side. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it to her throat.

'I won't let anyone take you away from me, Y/N. You are mine, and I will do anything to keep you,' J-Hope said, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Y/N was now trembling with fear as she realized the extent of J-Hope's obsession. She knew that she had to do something to stop him from hurting her or anyone else. With all her strength, she pushed him away and ran as fast as she could.

Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi had always been a quiet and reserved person, keeping to himself and focusing on his studies and music. But there was one person who had caught his eye and captured his heart: Y/N. He had been secretly in love with her for years, admiring her from afar and never having the courage to confess his feelings.

But today, everything changed. Yoongi had overheard Y/N talking to her friend about a date she had planned with another guy. His heart sank and his mind went blank. He couldn't believe that the person he had been dreaming about was going on a date with someone else.

Yoongi's hands clenched into fists as he tried to control his emotions. He couldn't let Y/N go on a date with anyone else, she was meant to be his. He had to do something to stop it.

He quickly ran back to his apartment and started to plan. He couldn't let Y/N slip away from him, not when he had finally built up the courage to make a move. He had to make her realize that she was meant to be with him, and only him.

The next day, Yoongi showed up at Y/N's workplace with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She was surprised to see him, but also happy. She had always considered Yoongi as a friend and was glad to see him. But little did she know, Yoongi's intentions were far from friendly.

He showered her with compliments and attention, making her feel special and wanted. Y/N couldn't help but feel flattered and her heart fluttered at the thought of Yoongi having feelings for her.

But things took a dark turn when Yoongi suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby alleyway. She was confused and scared, not understanding why Yoongi was acting this way. And then it hit her, the realization of Yoongi's true intentions.

He had always been possessive of her, but she never thought he would go to such lengths. Yoongi's grip tightened on her as he whispered in her ear, 'You're mine, Y/N. No one else can have you.'

Y/N's heart raced in fear as she struggled to break free from his hold. She begged him to let her go, but Yoongi was in a trance. He couldn't let her go, not when she was about to go on a date with someone else.

Just then, the guy Y/N was supposed to go on a date with appeared in the alleyway, looking for her. Yoongi's eyes darkened with rage as he saw the guy approaching them. Without thinking, he pushed Y/N behind him and confronted the guy.

'What do you want with her?' Yoongi growled, his fists clenched and ready to defend his territory.

The guy was taken aback by Yoongi's sudden aggression, but he calmly explained that he was Y/N's friend and they had plans to go on a date together. Yoongi's grip on Y/N loosened as he processed the information.

He couldn't believe that Y/N was going on a date with someone else, even though she had no idea about his feelings. His mind was clouded with jealousy and possessiveness, and he couldn't control his actions.

In a fit of rage, Yoongi lunged at the guy and started to attack him. Y/N was horrified at the scene in front of her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that Yoongi was finally letting go of her.

Jimin:

Jimin had always been a quiet and reserved boy, keeping to himself and rarely showing any emotion other than a polite smile. But behind that calm exterior, there was a fire burning inside of him, a possessive love for his crush that he could never reveal.

He had been secretly in love with Y/N for years, admiring her from afar and cherishing every moment they spent together. He had never mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, afraid of losing her altogether.

But one day, everything changed. Y/N excitedly told Jimin that she had a date with a guy she had met at a party. Jimin's world came crashing down at that moment. He could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces as jealousy and rage consumed him.

He tried to keep his composure, not wanting to scare Y/N away, but inside, he was a mess. He couldn't believe that she would choose someone else over him. He had been there for her through everything, always ready to lend a listening ear and offer a shoulder to cry on. And yet, she was going on a date with someone else.

As the days went by, Jimin's mental state deteriorated. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about was Y/N and her date with that other guy. He became obsessed, constantly checking her social media and trying to find out more about this mysterious man she was going out with.

One night, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to see for himself who this guy was and why Y/N had chosen him over Jimin. He followed her to the restaurant where they were supposed to have their date and hid in the shadows, watching as they walked in together, laughing and holding hands.

Jimin's blood boiled at the sight. He couldn't bear to see Y/N with anyone else, it was his worst nightmare come true. He waited until they were seated and then stormed in, confronting them both.

Y/N was shocked to see Jimin there and tried to explain that the guy was just a friend, but Jimin would hear none of it. He had completely lost it, blinded by his love and possessiveness for Y/N. He started shouting and causing a scene, scaring Y/N and her date.

The restaurant staff had to call the police and Jimin was taken away, screaming and struggling, still not willing to let go of Y/N. It was then that Y/N realized the depth of Jimin's feelings for her and the danger she had unknowingly put herself in.

Taehyung/V:

Taehyung had always been a bit possessive when it came to his crush, Y/N. He couldn't help it, he was completely infatuated with them. Every time he saw them, his heart would race and his palms would sweat. He wanted nothing more than to make them his, to have them all to himself.

But when he found out that Y/N was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it. He had been scrolling through his phone when he saw a text from Y/N, excitedly confirming that she had a date with someone else. His heart sank and his mind went into overdrive. Who was this guy? How long had they been seeing each other? Why hadn't Y/N told him?

Taehyung couldn't take it. He had to do something. He couldn't just sit back and watch his crush go on a date with someone else. He had to make them see that he was the one for them, that they belonged together.

He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Y/N's number. It rang a few times before they picked up.

'Hey, Taehyung,' Y/N's voice sounded cheerful on the other end. It only made Taehyung's heart ache even more.

'Y/N, who is this guy you're going on a date with?' Taehyung asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

'What? Oh, he’s no one special.' Y/N sounded surprised.

'Who is he?' Taehyung repeated, feeling a surge of jealousy and anger building up inside him.

'It's just a guy I met at work. We're just going to grab some dinner,' Y/N explained, but Taehyung wasn't listening anymore. He heard the word 'just' and it didn't sit well with him.

'Just a guy? You're going on a date with just a guy?' Taehyung's voice rose in pitch, his emotions getting the better of him.

'It's not a big deal, Taehyung. We're just friends,' Y/N said, trying to calm him down.

'Just friends? You can't go on a date with just a friend, Y/N. It's not right,' Taehyung said, his voice shaking with anger.

'Taehyung, please calm down. It's just one dinner. I promise it's nothing serious,' Y/N pleaded, but Taehyung wasn't listening. He had already hung up the phone, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/N on a date with another guy.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to make Y/N see that they were meant to be together. He couldn't let anyone else come between them.

Taehyung quickly got dressed and made his way to the restaurant where Y/N and the other guy were supposed to be meeting. He waited outside, his heart beating rapidly as he watched couples walking in and out of the restaurant. He couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being with someone else.

Finally, he spotted them. Y/N and the other guy were walking towards the restaurant, laughing and chatting like old friends. Taehyung's heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. He couldn't take it any longer.

He stormed towards them, his eyes wild with jealousy and anger. 'Y/N!' he called out, causing both of them to stop and turn to him.

'Taehyung? What are you doing here?' Y/N asked, looking surprised and a bit worried.

'I can't let you go on a date with this guy. You belong with me, Y/N. You know that,' Taehyung said, his voice trembling with emotion.

'Taehyung, please calm down. We can talk about this,' Y/N said, trying to reason with him.

But Taehyung was beyond reason. He couldn't stand the thought of Y/N being with anyone else. Without thinking, he lunged towards the other guy, pushing him away from Y/N and grabbing their hand.

'Y/N, let's go. We can go somewhere else, just the two of us,' Taehyung said, his grip on Y/N's hand tight.

'Taehyung, stop! You're scaring me,' Y/N said, trying to pull away from him.

But Taehyung wouldn't let go. He was determined to make Y/N see that they were meant to be together. He had to protect them from anyone else who tried to come between them.

Jungkook:

Y/N, his childhood friend, had been the light in his life since they were little. He always admired her from afar, never daring to confess his true feelings for her.

But as they grew older, Jungkook's feelings for Y/N only grew stronger. He found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, but he was too scared to tell her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she rejected him and their friendship was ruined?

So, he kept his feelings hidden, content with just being by her side as her friend. But everything changed when he overheard Y/N talking to one of her friends about going on a date with another guy. His heart dropped to his stomach and his mind went blank.

He couldn't believe it. His Y/N, the girl he had loved for so long, was going on a date with someone else. The thought of her being with someone else made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone other than him.

Jungkook's mind started to spiral out of control. He couldn't think straight, and the only thought that consumed him was that he needed to stop Y/N from going on that date. He had to make her see that he was the only one for her.

He started to stalk her, following her every move, making sure she was safe and that no one would harm her. He even went as far as to install a tracking app on her phone, so he could always know her whereabouts. He was becoming possessive, and his love for her was turning into an obsession.

But Y/N didn't notice anything different about Jungkook. She was too busy getting ready for her date and was excited to finally go out with someone. Little did she know, her childhood friend was slowly losing his sanity.

As she left for her date, Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He followed her to the location and watched from a distance as she walked hand in hand with the other guy. His heart shattered into a million pieces, and he couldn't control his emotions any longer.

He stormed towards them, rage filling his body. He didn't care about anything else but making that guy pay for taking Y/N away from him. He grabbed the guy by the collar and pulled him away from Y/N, ready to attack.

Y/N was shocked and scared at Jungkook's sudden outburst. She had never seen this side of him before. She tried to calm him down, but he was too far gone. He was screaming and yelling at the other guy, accusing him of stealing his Y/N away from him.

The guy managed to break free from Jungkook's grip and ran away, leaving Y/N alone with a crazed Jungkook. She was scared and didn't know what to do. She tried to talk to him, but he was too consumed by his possessiveness towards her.

In a moment of desperation, Y/N confessed her feelings for Jungkook, hoping it would calm him down. And to her surprise, it did. Jungkook's eyes softened, and he calmed down, realizing what he had almost done.

He hugged Y/N tightly, apologizing for his behavior and promising to never let anyone come between them again. Y/N was shocked and confused by his sudden change of heart, but she couldn't deny the love she felt for him.

[th3w00ds]

And I’ve Found My New Obsession (Now It’s Just You and Me) (Yandere Phantom and Yandere Natemare)

@nwtbobsessedemo @colourfulmes @planetpossum

Title From: Salvaged by NateWantsToBattle

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

AU: Yandere AU

Content Warnings: Yandere behavior (Phantom and Natemare), Phantom is possessive, Natemare is EXTREMELY possessive, kidnapping, fighting, not proofread

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You slowly opened your eyes, head pounding from a headache. God damn it. You practically let yourself get caught by those two psychos… 

Now you were here. In a concrete room, your ankle bound and chained near the wall. At least you weren’t fully tied up, you could manage to get the chains loose if you tried hard enough. 

You slowly registered through your headache that there were footsteps approaching the room; it sounded like two people. Must’ve been your captors. You didn’t know their names, only that they were clearly obsessive psychopaths. You nicknamed the one with some sort of purple makeup on his face Purple and the one with the cane Red. Those would be easy to remember until you learned their names.

But you hoped you wouldn’t be there for long so you wouldn’t need to know them.

The footsteps became closer, and one of them knocked on the door.

“We’re coming in.” One of them said. You couldn’t tell who as they sounded so similar.

The door opened, and more light from the hallway spilled into the room, rather than just the light from the singular dim bulb overhead. 

Purple and Red walked in, going over to you. Purple’s eyes widened at your current state, and he giggled. He moved towards you, getting too close for comfort.

“Get away from me, you sick fucks!” You said, glaring at the both of them. The both of them laughed, undeterred by your act of defiance.  

“Don’t be like that,” Purple said, “You’ll learn to love me, won’t you?” He put a hand on your cheek and smiled. 

“Natemare, they aren’t yours,” Red practically growled, “They’re mine.” 

You saw Purple scowl at Red. “Shut the fuck up, Phantom. MINE,” Purple replied, voice harsh, and he hugged you tightly. Then he managed to get into your arms, so you could hold him instead. You looked down at him in disgust and disbelief, while he gazed up at you with love. You noted that Phantom and Natemare were their names. That made it better than calling them Red and Purple. 

“See? Mine, they’re letting me close to them, that means that they love me!” Natemare said, his words having an unstable undertone. “Right, doll? You love me? Right?!” He asked you. He sounded absolutely crazed. 

“Sure,” You replied, knowing that you didn’t love him. But saying that you did might make escaping easier, it might make him let his guard down. You felt his grip on you loosen slightly and he closed his eyes, resting his head on you. 

Phantom stepped closer, leaning down a little and grabbing your chin, making you look at him. 

“Don’t mind him, angel, I’ll try to get him to calm down.” He said, rage in his eyes but not his voice, which was calm and composed. Natemare’s eyes opened, trailing up to your face where Phantom was touching you. 

“Don’t touch my doll,” Natemare said, the traces of insanity gone in his voice. No, now it was just cold and filled with anger, near monotone. 

“Tell me why I should.” Phantom countered, “They’re mine after all, not yours. Stop playing this game and accept that you have no control here.” 

Natemare growled, letting go of you and tackling Phantom. You could tell that Natemare was pissed, and now Phantom’s eyes were glowing red, which you didn’t know what that meant. Smoke was also emanating from Natemare’s body, which probably also meant something. 

“Don’t you EVER FUCKING TOUCH THEM AGAIN. I’ve told you so many fucking times, they’re mine, not yours!” Natemare shouted at Phantom, whom he had pinned to the floor. You started to fumble with the chains around your ankle, and could feel them untangling as you did so.

Phantom glared at Natemare again, clearly enraged, but he tried to play it off. “You’re so sensitive about someone trying to take what you think is yours,” he said, chuckling, “We both know I’m better than you.” 

That was the final straw for Natemare. “SHUT UP!” He shouted, punching Phantom in the face, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” 

The chains unbound around your ankle, thudding to the floor. You took your chance. 

You got up, and sprinted out of the door, despite the pain in your head and your sore limbs. It took a few seconds of silence before both of them started running after you.

You look behind you briefly, and saw both Phantom and Natemare running after you. You quickly looked ahead of you, and realized that you had no idea where you were going. You were knocked out when you got here. You don’t know the layout.

Suddenly, the shadows in the hall were contorting and twisting, and they blocked your way fully. You didn’t have enough time to slow down, so you hit them and yelped in pain. You fell a little, and then felt one of them grab you roughly.

“OH GOD DAMN IT-“ You started to shout in frustration, before he covered your mouth with his hand. It was Phantom, his nose bleeding. It must’ve been from Natemare’s punch. 

“You know, I wanted better for you than that room. Me and Mare had even come to an agreement that if you behaved, we’d move you to a better room. Guess you’re gonna have to wait even longer for that now.” He said, looking at you. Natemare walked up to the both of you, and shot an angry look at Phantom.

“What did I say?!” Natemare said. Phantom hummed, and then turned to Natemare, one hand still on you. 

“I have an… idea,” Phantom said, “What if we share them?” Natemare paused, confusion in his eyes.

“The fuck do you mean, share them?” Natemare asked.

“I mean they’re both of ours. Mine and yours.” Phantom answered, “Do you want to keep fighting? Because if we don’t share, I’m sure we’ll continue to fight and then kill them while we do,” He said, extending a hand for a handshake, his eyes glowing red again as he grinned widely.

Natemare looked down at Phantom’s hand with uncertainty, and then shook it.

“Fine.” He said, looking at you now. “I don’t want to keep fighting.” 

You tried to step back, but you bumped into the shadows again. 

“No no,” Phantom said in annoyance, turning to you and placing a hand on the shadows slightly above your head, “You and me are going to have a conversation, and you are going to be civil. No more running, no more fighting. We can be as possessive of you as we want,” he paused, insanity in his voice now, “Deal, darling?” 

[theauthor0]

JT!Void

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GENERAL INFO

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Void is the fused version of DT!Rain that fuses Last!Tale Frisk, Ash!Papyrus, and Abyss!Sans

An not so normal amalgamate that keeps his form

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BACKSTORY

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This originates in Abyss!Tale setting with minor differences

The papyrus in this Au had an accident in hotland, where he fell into the lava but the CELLs in his soul kept evolving to withstand the lava

Eventually leading into Papyrus bones being turned to black similar to Ash as well as gaining two new abilities being that his body now constantly produces smoke and learning fire magic

However after this incident Papyrus personality changed, now being more hot tempered and cold hearted

After the human fell even more accidents had occurred and while unknown it caused Papyrus, Sans, and Frisk to fuse into 1 being as well as being transported outside their Au in the void

They were then found by Mainframe who took them to the Omega Timeline and gave them the name Void

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PHYSICAL INFO

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Art made by CD

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PERSONALITY

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Void has the kind person similar to a passive Frisk but also the seriousness and comedy of Sans

However Void can at times can have a outburst of Rage making them very violent

Besides that they mostly have the same personality as DT!Rain

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COMBAT INFO

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(Statistics)

(Traits)

CELL Justice Soul: Void possess the Justice trait and Cells in his soul. The Cells are the true definition of evolution, they can create their own energy that can surpass magic. The cell core/soul has evolved into the next stage, making JT!Void, magic surpass regular monster magic. Void can create shields, chains, and some energy from his CELL.

Incredible Regeneration: Abyss is able to regenerate his wounds due to technically being a amalgamate. For instance, a small injury can be healed in 1 second and mild or medium injuries can be healed in 2 seconds. If he had severe injuries (such as destroyed limbs or other major fractures), it can take 3 seconds.

Energy Detecting: Void can detect every energy of living beings within a certain distance

Immunity to all viruses, illnesses, venom and toxic: Due to the cells within their soul, they can never get sick

Immunity to code modifications and hacking: The cells provide protection against any changes to his code and code deletion

Extreme temperature immunity: No matter how cold or hot a place is, it does not effect Void even if you set him on fire or dump lava on him

(Abilities/Attacks)

Bow of Justice: Void can summon a yellow Bow, they are able to create Arrows of Justice to use as ammo. These arrows have better tracking, precision, and are faster than normal arrows. Void can also apply different effects on the arrows making them split into multiple arrows or home, however this takes more magic and he has no control what effect the arrow might have, he can control which arrows have effects tho

Fire magic: Self explanatory

Au hopping: The ability to jump between Alternate Universes. (Does this by traveling through the void)

Gaster blaster: Can summon a singular Gaster Blaster that is eight times more powerful however they can only summon 1 and can only summon it again after 1 hour

Bone Manipulation: He can summon bones both blue and orange however they constantly change with Void having no control over it. He can also summon cell bones which contain cells that can inflict energy and electric bursts to an opponent causing them to be inflicted with paralysis however he has no control over when he can summon them.

(Weaknesses)

-The Cells in his soul cannot survive outside outside his soul, meaning if his soul is cracked it can do some serious damage

-During outbursts rage Void cannot tell who is friend or foe and just attacks everyone he can see losing all reasonings

-Void doesn’t like fighting and despite Abyss and Ash being experienced in combat, he himself is not

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CREDITS

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DT!Rain by @6nimus9

LastTale!Frisk by Mr.Rose

Ash!Papyrus by @insomniac-x

Abyss!Sans by @metakazkz

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[medicus-mortem]

@abyssusinvo​ asked: (Fantasy!AU Dragon!Drake) - The delightful scent of burnt flesh and melted armor washes over the dragons' senses. The giant being of scales and fire relishing in the destruction surrounding it as it laid upon the treasure keep of what was once a bustling kingdom.

He had descended upon the castle with ferocity not known to these lands for a long time as dragon sightings where extremely rare and thus nearly impossible to predict the appearance of nor build the proper defenses against. And oh, did they try! Knights and soldiers alike had scrambled to build a towering wall of steel to block out the flames, but it did nothing more but bake them all with the sheer heat of the wall melting before them. And in the aftermath, he would grasp those that were notable in worth and plaster their melted flesh and armor to his hide as a sort of macabre reward for the dead warriors.

Very pleased with himself, the dragon had settled its massive head to the bricked ground to rest before a scent not of recently vaporized dead could produce. It made the dragon shake its head and snarl vehemently at the familiarity. A primal rage seemed to consume him then at this brief remembrance and with a violent roar hefted itself up and towards the source of the stench.

That could only be the scent of a Lich. And one the dragon could recall from so long ago when it did not have control over the human body it now completely possessed mind and soul. The only remnant there ever was of the human knight was of a set of bronze armor greatly damaged in its chest piece and deeply embedded within the scales of the dragons' scales, so different in its abnormally nonmelted appearance as opposed to the corpses clinging to his scales.

"You." The dragon rumbled deep within its chest at the Lich when it came into view.

"I remember you."

Unprompted

   The Lich can smell the death on the air. It mixes in with the scents of smoke, embers and blood. How his bones rattle in excitement, the undead monstrosity drawn to such unrestrained slaughter. How could he resist that delicious aroma when his entire existence subsists on the agonising end of his own victims? He most certainly cannot. Thus, he makes no attempt to hide himself, dropping his fleshy disguise the moment he turns his path towards that calling despair.

   His true glory on display as his pure magical power allows him to float through the air, and soon the Lich descends upon the city. Hollow eye sockets sweeps the destruction, searching for any lingering life force he may devour. He’s more a carrion creature in this moment than a predator. The conflagration persists in places but has died down in others and he sees a likely place to set himself down. A spot right next to the creature the Lich knows caused this destruction.

   Gaze locks onto the great crimson beast, the thing lounging about as if this devastation is his kingdom. Perhaps it is now. After all, there is little left to oppose the great dragon. It turns it’s head to him, snarling recognition and perhaps hatred. The Lich draws closer and his perpetual skeletal grin seems to widen.

   “Do you now?” The undead creature asks, head tilting as he stares at the dragon. For a moment there is no recognition in his ancient mind, but soon enough the swirls of magic moving through and about the creature begin to tell a story, one he was perhaps a witness too.

   With an easy grace the Lich sets down in the courtyard before the dragon and it’s treasure. Bony toes touch tiles and he knows flesh would be burning if he had any. His robes flutter about him, slithering with a life of their own as he looks up at the dragon. A bejeweled bony fingers rises to point at the breastplate embedded in the dragon’s scales.

   “The cursed dragon knight. Yes, I do recall that encounter,” he says, magically charged voice echoing to be heard. His burning eyes seem to flash, an interest entering what little expression he can produce. “It has been too long since I last witnessed a curse such as this reach completion. How fascinating.”

[cupcakeslushie]

In the Seperated AU, how does Ralph try to help his brothers emotionally? Obviously he tries to be gentle and patient with them, but what direct actions does he take to try and heal them?

Sorry this might be long but I’m having so much fun with all these asks!

It’s hard at first for Raph, cause I imagine he’s got a bit more of a temper—I love the fandom theory that he was once accidentally too rough with one of his bros and that he had to learn to control his temper early on because of his size. But here he didn’t have that, and his only practice is dealing with the times when April was mad at him for something, but you can hardly compare an argument about which Jupiter Jim movie is the best, to his bros’ situation, so he’s a bit out of his depth at first. He tries to watch out for what sets them off and when they do need comfort he learns through trial and error what works best for each one.

For Mikey, being betrayed by Big Mama and thrown in the Nexus really affected his ability to trust people. He and Raph have a year just the two of them to get really close, and for the most part, Mikey is able to handle his recovery himself. He dives into self help books and reads all he can on healing traumas. But when he does need help, his preferred method is being held and bundled up. He was pretty spoiled in his early years and then went without soft things for so long, so he loves cuddle piles and blankets and pillows, so he, Raph, and April will just huddle together and watch something relaxing, on low volume.

Raph has a harder time being patient with Leo and Donnie. Leo is like a brick wall at first and when he’s not, he’s pretty terrifying. But when Leo gets angry he likes his space, and the boys give it to him. Leo never had any form of autonomy as Shredder’s second in command, and he was always being watched by someone. But when Leo stalks off in a rage, Raph will always make sure to have something nice waiting for when he comes back, whether it’s some sort of sweet treat, or a comic book he knows Leo secretly loves, or some cool little trinket. Leo never had possessions or anything of his own, so the little gifts do a lot to endear Leo to Raph in the beginning and then over time it evolves from gifts to Leo returning and searching Raph out for them to talk and or spar in good fun.

Donnie is a mess of emotions, and the most unpredictable. As much as I love loser, reformed Draxum, he’s a straight up villain in this AU. He spent Donnie’s entire life telling him about the brothers and man who abandoned him, and lamenting how he got stuck with the weak soft shell. He was never impressed by Donnie’s intellect, and was constantly critical and extremely harsh in his punishments for what he considered failure. So Raph will always try to give Donnie as much praise as possible. Which does not go over well at first. Donnie doesn’t know how to accept any form of sincere kindness and it takes a long time for him to stop looking for deception and instead, start seeing the truth in Raph’s words.

[sarcastic-sketches]

Intervention AU

Roll out the carpet, it's another one lads and buckle up because this ones long. I've had several mini AUs that I've kind of just compiled all into one but I just really want to explore a narrative where Anakin gets a chance to sort his shit out and work towards fixing his issues. Because man do I love untangling characters inner conflict and having them get help so that they can overcome their own hurdles. An Intervention AU, if you will, before he truly flips his lid.

First, the concept that Anakin Skywalker is not entirely human - he's half Force - is fascinating. Because yeah, with the confirmation that he is the Chosen One, plus the Mortis Arc, it seems obvious that the Force made him. It borrowed a likeness from Shmi and then filled in the gaps (so he's technically a clone of his mother with some Force poked mutations here and there - I’ve read fics along those lines and they are top tier imho). But the Force is well, a cosmic power and can't really integrate into a human body all too well. The human half just wants to belong and be loved and to love. The Force half does not know how to express such messy human emotions in a way that doesn't resemble a flood.

But a flood can be managed when it's diverted into many rivers and streams, rather than being solely focused through only a few. To be clear, this is not a ‘attachments are fine actually’ take, this is a ‘get more friends so you loosen your grip on the ones you currently have’ angle. He learns to let go of the few people he loves because he has so many other people in his life to turn to. He will never be truly alone or abandoned, which is his fear ultimately, and they in turn help him realise that the only person who can convince him that he is enough is himself. Basically, dear god get it through Anakin's thick skull that the Jedi are communally raised so they spread their affections over multiple people and yes that is allowed. He’s just more used to a nuclear family model because thats all he had growing up. Him and his mother.

Love doesn't just have to be romantic and having a wider support network would also mean that Palpatine can no longer keep Anakin isolated. His grip on the Chosen One lessens as he finds other people to trust and confide in. It would also mean more eyes and ears to notice when he suddenly has a 180 in attitude after speaking with the Chancellor.

Also him being half-force I want to play with the idea that 'let your feelings pass through you’ doesn’t really work when he feels so much. All amplified by his Force connection. He can’t just let them go, so he has to work on the source of those feeling of inadequecy and ‘never having enough’ to make sure they don’t spawn in the first place.

This all started after watching TCW Clovis Arc 2.0 where Anakin’s possessiveness goes up from like a 5 to a 10 in one episode and I couldn’t help but think that it was a bit extreme from what we knew of his character up to that point in TCW and from the films. Or it's highlighting how badly Anakin is starting to lose that battle with himself. But Padme saying “I don’t know who's in there any more” had me going ‘right, time to use this as a wake up call’.

The Clovis Incident happens earlier in this AU (just after The Wrong Jedi - let me save Fives hot damn). Padme, actually seeing Anakin's rage first hand, notices how abrupt and strong the change is and makes some observations. Since the last time he entered Beserk Mode TM was also in response to someone he loved being harmed, she reasons that's the linking factor. I imagine her logic basically going; ok, so he goes afk due to anger/stress, he got angry because Clovis was too close to me, he’s stressed that he’ll lose me as I’m all he has now… He needs more people in his life! A+ logic there Padme. Because at this point? She kind of is all he has, besides Palpatine (which is the problem in of itself) - Ahsoka left, his trust in Obi-Wan is damaged (Hardeen arc), and Rex is his Captain so theres a power issue there.

Thats a lot of emotional energy for one relationship. She can also lay down the facts that the issue wasn't necessarily punching Clovis in the face (lmao he deserved that) but that Anakin didn't listen to her. THATS my main beef here honestly, Padme was far too passive by the end of that arc and I ain't about that. So she absolutely spells that out for him because she knows damn well his idea of expressing he cares is fucked from growing up in slavery and then being handed over to a bunch of monks (-Deep inhale- boi) but he needs to understand that isn’t how it’s done.

So she pushes him to actually speak with other people and maybe connect more with his fellow Jedi. Since he sees them more often anyway. They all seem very nice to her when she has spoken with them, she’s sure it’s just a misunderstanding between them all for how he feels.

This allows Anakin to really dig into what the Order considers attachment (it’s not having relationships that’s the problem, it’s possessive love - based on the concept that such ‘attachments’ prevent people from passing on into the afterlife). This misunderstanding has 100% come from his background because slaves were not allowed to have anything, except the bonds they made between themselves. Anakin views his relationships as things he owns, things he must protect and cherish before they are taken from him, because that’s all he was ever ‘allowed’ to have. He eventually gets to realise that the Order dissuades Jedi from having spouses/romantic partners because potentially having them in a position where they must carry out their duty over the safety of their spouse/partner is just cruel. They understand that facing such a dilemma would break a person and it is simply kinder to just avoid the possibility altogether. ‘It’s a peaceful life’.

Cue Anakin arguing that he would feel just the same having to let a platonic relationship go too which sparks off another 2 hour debate...

Anakin gradually reaching out to other Jedi more and more, starting off with who he thinks would be the easier ones, like Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Aayla, even Yoda oddly enough (Troll asks him to break him out of the med bay later in TCW and Anakin was instantly on board with such a thing. That’s hysterical). I think he’d eventually try with Luminara too, given the whole debacle of the Wrong Jedi involved their padawans, but that takes a bit of time. And, wouldn’t ya know, he realises that they don’t resent him, they’re not even remotely afraid of him or trying to suppress his abilities, and they’re perfectly happy to talk to him even when off the battlefield etc (Palpatines words are already starting to hold less water now that Anakins starting to get his own proof - I could go on about my ADHD headcanons but that’s a given I feel at this point). He starts to trust them. Not just trust that’s given to Jedi as default, to an ideal, but personal trust.

They start to swap battle tactics, ask each other for advice on certain scenarios or get second opinions. Then they start swapping stories about their troops and these idiots have been waiting for the opportunity to gush about how their Legions are the best. The ship nose art is a particular point of pride (That Plo wins btw). Pride is unbecoming of a Jedi but they’re proud OF their troops so it doesn’t count.

Given how much more often they all now talk to each other, they are able to slowly open Anakin's eyes to the fact that Palpatine is suspect af. 

Aayla: he asked to meet you, alone, when you were how old? Anakin: about eleven, or twelve maybe? After I had settled into the Temple for a couple of years. Plo: and he took you where? Anakin: to the lower levels, he showed me a bar- Kit: [holding a hand up] I'm going to stop you there Aayla: [patting Anakin's shoulder] My guy, that's not normal. Plo: Nor is it appropriate Anakin: oh... I'm sure he didn't mean anything bad by it? He just wanted to show the good he can do when his hands are tied by the Senate Plo: The Senate he governs... Aayla: You were twelve.

They tell him to tell Obi-Wan.

It's a bit more of an up hill battle because Anakin's trust in Obi-Wan is still a little frazzled (never let it be said he's not a hypocrite about keeping certain truths) but he grudingly relays some of the conversations he's had with the Chancellor to him because of the comments the others have made. To his surprise, Obi-Wan looks distraught when he realises what Palpatine has been insinuating and he vows to never let him be alone with that man ever again. Obi-Wan always strived to allow Anakin to make his own choices once he became a knight, but this stems from decisions when he was a minor. Anakin thinks everyone is being very dramatic about this - pot meet kettle - and doesn't know what the harm is. This just makes people worry more - they are suddenly all keenly aware of what the Chancellor has been trying to do, even if Anakin hasn’t clocked it himself yet. But he is secretly (or not so secretly when you broadcast your emotions in the Force like a fog horn) pleased by Obi-Wans reaction. See? He does care. He’s just a little reserved about showing it because surprise, he’s also a little insecure Anakin, go fucking figure.  

He does also allow himself to bond more with his troops and they all have a meeting where he lays down some ground rules:. 

All of this just so he can relax with his men and actually be their friend when they're not suffering on the frontlines together. The clones are surprised but ecstatic about this development and waste no time at all bragging about how they have the best Jedi in the GAR. Wolffe, Monnk, and Bly have some things to say about this. Cody wisely keeps his mouth shut.

1) Off of the battlefield they are all equal, no ranks apply (besides medics, thank you Kix) and if anyone is uncomfy with that they can leave (nobody does) 2) He leads them all with the best of intentions but following Umbara he doesn't want any of them to feel like they can't call him out for being a twat (Rex does it just fine and he's still his SIC) 3) If anyone has any concerns or questions he wants them to feel safe enough to speak up about it, either tell him or Rex if it’s a vode issue specifically.

Given this turn of events when comes the time for Fives to seek out Rex and his General they hear him out and Anakin stops the blaster bolt Fox fires from hitting Fives. He’s stunned that one of his men would try to attack the Chancellor but he knows there has to be a reason, he wants to know why damnit. Also heeey has Fives been drugged?

They all get the low down on the chips and Anakin is now fuming. Bit too close to slave-chips. He's pleasantly surprised to find that Shaak Ti is also upset by what she has learned and with his prompting (and Fives looking utterly traumatised) shoves back at the Kaminoans hard. 

They find the list of Orders. It's not pretty. 

Anakin has his breakdown way earlier than Sheev intended and far out of his reach. Instead he is comforted by Shaak Ti (who quite frankly was probably counting the days until Skywalker crumpled) and a bunch of Clones who are similarly suffering from this discovery. Watching a Jedi break probably has most of them reshuffling a few pre-conceptions they had.

Anakin doesn't get sent to spy on the Chancellor and when he tries to buy Anakin's favour back by giving him a seat on the Council, Anakin refuses it and immediately dobs him in with the Jedi Masters. This time, they cotton on to Palpatine's intentions with Anakin and have him accompany Ahsoka on Mandalore. Far, far away. He doesn’t fight the decision, in fact he is rather relieved to be out of the man's reach. Plus, he now gets to fight alongside Ahsoka again so win-win.

Speaking of Ahsoka, even though she left the Order, Padme argues that this doesn't mean that she and Anakin can't still talk to each other. So he calls her and reminds her that he's there for her. Doesn't try to make her come back - though he makes it clear he would be very happy to take her back if she did choose to - and even though she said she wanted to go at it alone, she shouldn't forget that she does still have people she can turn to if things get lonely or hard. He had to be reminded of this so now he’s reminding her.

Just let this man truly understand the risks of what loving people as a Jedi means, learn how to do so in a way thats healthy for everyone involved, and allow himself to be extremely over the top about it much to everyone's surprise.

Ahsoka: I'll think about it Anakin: Sure thing. Anything. Anytime. Ahsoka: ... it is nice to hear from you though Anakin: !!

Ft. Padme being incredibly pleased with herself in the background.

[wolfythewitch]

(1/5)Hey, so I sent this ask chain before you did The Purge, so hopefully you see it now (sorry for adding to the overwhelming asks tho). Anyways, so I was listening to Interlude IV a while back, and my first idea w/ it was Phil died and Techno was yelling at Kristen over it, BUT THEN I thought this au thingy: Techno dies, and Phil was the one who killed him (for whatever reason, maybe somebody manipulated him into a rage and Phil had to deal the last blow as the Angel of Death??? Idk).

(2/5)As he’s grieving his friend who “never dies” (“Technobl ade was s up p os ed to n ev er di e”), Kristin comes over and tells him to let him go, trying to comfort him. Phil gets extremely upset with her for taking his friend away (“He lived a good life and he gave it to you” “Oh, is th at rig ht? Y ou kn o w it ‘s n ot t ru e”) and like couples quarrel I guess?

(3/5)Anyway, something’s wrong with Phil which makes him a bit too aggressive, and that’s because the voices Techno had were a sort of curse where if you kill the person who possessed them, they move into YOUR mind and fester there. “Technoblade never dies” was a promise of Techno’s to himself and everyone else that no one else would kill him and adopt his voices. It took a long time for him to control them. They’re something he wouldn’t wish upon even his worst enemies.

(4/5)Back when Techno was struck, he looked at Phil with such a horror and guilt and whispered “Not you… An yon e bu t y o u,” but Phil didn’t understand. He hadn’t been told of the passing of hosts rule. Until now, told by a screaming head. Now he has the voices anrgily yelling at him, at Kristen, and Philza’s slowly turning into Redza. Kristin tries to calm him down as their murder or crows watches with worry, but she doesn’t succeed.

(5/5)When Redza storms off wearing Techno’s cloak—a cloak a few sizes too big, with a mind a few volumes too loud—his eyes turn scarlet as the voices plant themselves in his mind, screaming for Blood. Blood for the fallen Blood God. Redza is concerningly happy to oblige. (“Sho w’s ab o ut to sta rt. D o n ‘ t b e l a t e”) —Bagel Bites Anon {PS: Since I’m not as knowledgable about the DSMP as everyone else, I am aware this might be out of character ^^’ sorry if it is, I j think it’s a fun idea}

awwwwwwwwwwww :((( techno worrying for his friend even in his death D: Redza with techno's cloak is a banger concept, it's like a mantle(haha) that he now carries. the voices being a curse is really cool I love that hc

[frog4278]

Hello Byler community, @arcadewheeler and I have something to present to you;

Kas Will AU

Picture this: Will Byers goes missing and Mike Wheeler goes missing with him, and they survive together in a way only terrified children can, clinging to each other and speaking in hushed whispers, and then Castle Byers gets attacked.

Mike wakes up in the wreckage alone.

When Hopper and Joyce find him he's so sure Will is still out there, he refuses to leave. Hopper has to drag him out kicking and screaming for him to end up in the hospital and later when his throat still burns they tell him they didn't find anything at all.

But Mike is determined. He knows Will is out there and he watches every flickering light with a focus he can't get in school, with his friends, or when he goes back to the Upside Down and it's cold and dark and this time he's completely alone. Will isn't stupid, and he's not dead (and Mike's hope dwindles every day bit by bit. It doesn't matter if Will wasn't stupid, because he was a tired and weak child).

And then the Mind Flayer gets him.

During Mike's s2 possession arc, the Mind Flayer discovers just how important Will is to Mike (Prior to this the MF had found Will and given him to Vecna to be brainwashed and turned into his servant. After s2 Will is made to specifically go after Mike).

By s3 Mike fully believes Will is dead and places all of the blame on himself. The scene of Will destroying Castle Byers is replaced by Mike destroying it while screaming and crying. When Kas Will comes across the wreckage he gets a strange memory of a young boy building the fort with his older brother in the rain.

When the Byers move out of Hawkins Kas Will makes his base their old house. For some reason being in this certain house sends Will into a rage and yet he's still drawn to it.

The Byers family are in shambles. Joyce kept all of Will's drawings and is still mourning her lost son all these years later. El wonders about the brother she could've had. Jonathan is in a constant depressive spiral about not being enough to save his brother. He keeps listening to Will's favorite music and it's not an unhealthy coping mechanism fuck you.

Mike seeing Kas Will in s4: I'm not coping with this as well as I thought Mike when the "hallucination" is actually real and attacks him and claws up his face: oh shit

He goes to Cali acting like everything is fine and that he was NOT just attacked by his best friend who's supposed to be dead. He has enough issues to be the one who smacks Angela with a roller skate. He and El can tag team her <3 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL!!! *sends a kid to the hospital*)

Jonathan is extremely protective of El, he is not losing another sibling, he was this close to fighting the cops when they arrested El.

The Cali plot is generally the same except now Will is killing people along with Vecna back in Hawkins. Vecna sends Will after Max and it's a shitshow. Max describes him and the others are in disbelief.

RIP Joyce when your boy comes back but he's wrong and he's trying to kill you

Mike just. Refuses to believe it's Will. He won't even entertain the idea. Maybe the Upside Down has shapeshifters, you never know.

Will does eventually remember! It just takes him nearly killing his family and Mike. He's holding his claws to Joyce's throat and then suddenly in the softest voice ever he says "mom?" and he looks so scared and for a split second Joyce sees her son.

Mike has a horrible sleep schedule due to his insomnia. He never feels safe and spends most nights going over all the information he has about Will's disappearance and how he could've saved him until he falls asleep out of exhaustion. Oh and he also has True Sight but sometimes it gets a little silly goof and just sends him to the Upside Down for a period of time.

When Kas Will is stressed/agitated he becomes more monstrous. Like his teeth and claws get longer, he starts to grow horns, and his eyes begin glowing. He can also sprout huge bat wings, and the whole process is horribly painful and gory. His bones literally shift and break to accommodate for the wings. By the end of it his wings are drenched in his own blood and covered in his flesh and skin.

When he lived in the UD Vecna would only help him with wounds if they were life threatening or could pose a danger in the future. So he never really helped Will clean his wounds from his wings so instead there's a bunch of built up scarring where the wings grow out from that always gets ripped open when he sprouts his wings.

There's a final big fight between Will and Mike and by then Will has most of his memories back and doesn't want to hurt Mike, but Mike is determined to get rid of this mockery of the friend he lost. It's just the UD taunting him. During the fight Will, out of desperation, starts singing "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" while choking on his own blood to show Mike it's really him.

Ofc there are soft moments where Mike insists on cleaning the wounds on Will's back and just absorbs the fact that Will's here and he's alive. Will Byers you WILL get held by your best friend and you WILL feel safe for the first time in three years. And the Party will show you all of the DND stuff they've been up to because they couldn't let go of the game (it was their only connection to Will).

Will also has to adjust to suddenly being 15 years old and a monster because he wasn't fully mentally present for those three years he was gone. He keeps running into things bc he's used to being short (RIP). And now Mike is being bulldozed with the realization he has a huge crush on his very pretty best friend. And then when he's cleaning Will's back wounds Will takes his shirt off and Mike very nearly faints on the spot.

Mike: WHOA. Will: The wounds aren't that bad, are they? :( Mike, fumbling: NO THEY LOOK BAD

Will thinks Mike's awkwardness is due to him being a monster because after he saw what he looked like he was so terrified and disgusted that he smashed the mirror apart with his bare hands (also has Mike always been that cute).

The Party gets back together and this time they're finally complete (El is one of the first people Kas Will really bonds with and they both connect with being "monsters"). Steve finally gets to know the kid who's haunted his friends for three years. Once Eddie gets over the whole "being a monster" thing with Will, he thinks he's super metal. Joyce is so overjoyed to have her son back that she hardly cares he's a monster now because he could never be a monster to her. He struggles with socializing and speaking so sometimes he'll just draw out what he's trying to say (He also has to relearn how to draw with his claws).

Because Mike is a dumb little bitch who would rather focus on the end of the world then confront his own feelings and have an actual conversation with his best friend, he starts sneaking out to investigate Vecna's gates and the Mind Flayer to prove he can handle things on his own and so he doesn't bother the others (We all know Mike is just the sneakiest person around).

Anyways that's all for now bye <3

[tanoraqui]

Your mothers swap AU has lived rent free in my head since I read it, I can’t stop thinking about it, and your additional thoughts are so delicious! I admit, I assumed Feanor wouldn’t instantly collapse - and if the Valar would still ask him to break the gems, even if it’s much more obvious that this would kill him, and Fingolfins reaction to THAT. And protagonist!Fingolfin in Beleriand - given the way you’ve set him up, my thinking leans towards him being very much “we must all - noldor, sindar, everyone - work extremely closely together to defeat Morgoth. Under me. Clearly. I’m objectively the best person for this job.” Highly proactive, paternalistic, High King of Beleriand.

[dreamily] That would go over so well with Thingol, pre-established paternalistic High King of Beleriand...who has never heard of proactivity in his life...

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Yes, I, too, am still thinking with slightly feral fondness about Arakáno son of Miriel, undisputed Prince of Tirion, calm and mature and at all times 2 seconds away from throwing a temper tantrum about how his terrible unwanted half-siblings are touching his stuff!*

*Finwë

I do think Curufinwë collapses immediately - not into comatoseness, but the shock of the passing Unlight hits him hard, as does the (they don't realize it yet but) loss of Finwë, as does the fact that the Silmarils have passed out of his possession. That matters, because, well, fairy tale logic.

So Fëanor is sitting on the ground, pale and leaning against Nerdanel, when Yavanna returns from her inspection of the broken Trees to declare, "The Light of the Trees has passed away, and lives now only in the Silmarils of Curufinwë. Foresighted was he! Even for those who are mightiest under Iluvatar there is some work that they may accomplish once, and once only. The Light of the Trees I brought into being, and within Ea I can do so never again. Yet had I but a little of that light I could recall life to the Trees, ere their roots decay; and then our hurt should be healed, and the malice of Melkor be confounded."

Nerdanel: Now wait a m— Arakáno, stalking forward to stand between them and the Valar, reaching for a sword he didn't bring: [Hamilton "Cabinet Battle 2" voice] You must be out of your Eru-damned mind—

After that...the Oath, differently worded to be a little less Silmaril-centric, maybe mentioned justice for Finwë or claiming a right to independence from the Valar, would be a very politically savvy move, as well as genuinely impassioned. Make Curufinwë a martyr for Arakáno's own movement! I think the children of both join it, though Arafinwë's don't. I don't think there's as much argument in the Great Square. Curufinwë wants the Silmarils back, too.

Possibly Curufinwë himself is convinced to stay behind? (He's not going to make it long no matter what, the question is when most impactful to remove him from the story.) If so, perhaps Ambarussa don't swear the Oath, and instead stay with him and Nerdanel.

But I also like...

I think we could get Arakáno killed if, in addition to Finwë's bloody death and Curufinwë's approaching Miriel-style death... He's going to send the ships back for the rest of them, he is. But he's going to establish a solid position first, which means killing these orcs, making contact with the locals, the Dagor-nuin-Giliath (Battle-under-Stars)...

...in which Argon falls.

Then Morgoth sends an invitation to parley, and Arakáno nearly dismisses it out of hand - but Findekáno convinces him that someone should go to hear what lies the enemy offers. With more warriors than promised, obviously, to wait in hiding in case they're needed...

…and Findekáno doesn't return.

Except, they can see him hanging on the mountain peak, when now and then the smoke around Thangorodrim clears.

That, I think, would combine to reach the famous Nolofinwë Suicidal-But-Taking-You-With-Me Despair-Rage Breaking Point.

Turukáno doesn't send the ships back. Turukáno is now barely holding his people, barely holding himself together, even with Elenwë ably overseeing the building of a sturdy camp and Irissë running patrols. The world is dark, the land is full of monsters, and the best thing Turukáno, Regent-King, can do is keep everyone he can where he can see them. (It's probably better that the others don't come to this cursed place anyway. They'll turn back, surely; Arafinwë already did it - even for his cousins, the Doom pounding in one ear must negate the Oath pounding in the other.)