#honestly he could have probably been out of the box a lot sooner

[the-weeping-dawn]

This is a normal level of interest in the prism, don't worry about it, you're not being brought along because of a shared need for the free will box.

Nope. Disguised mindflayer.

Easy mistake to make oddly enough.

[revelboo]

Could we have more for "Gravity"? 🙏 reader making it her life's goal to see robot dick as soon as she realizes it flusters OP is so me-coded and I'm living for it. I love your super serious emotional fics, but I also love the human being so unserious 🤭

Honestly, same. 18+ content

Gravity Pt 9

Optimus Prime x Reader

• Pacing outside the door of his habsuite, he runs a frustrated hand over his face. Trying to get himself back in control, because you don’t realize what you do to him. Asking about that. Had it only been curiosity or was it actual interest? Why is that difference so very important to him? And something he really shouldn’t be thinking about at all. You’re his to protect, considering anything else, wanting more, is wholly inappropriate.

• Sitting cross legged on the berth where he’d left you, there’s nothing to do but wait for him to come back. Who’d have thought that one not so innocent question would send him running? Know you should let it go, but that almost panicked look on his face is just so sweet. Like the big guy himself. And you’d been straight with him, if he’d been a human guy and treated you like he does, you’d have rode him until you’re both too exhausted to crawl out of bed.

• One more thing he can’t have. Accepting that, he lets himself back inside his quarters and finds you sitting on his berth eating that crunchy, dry food out of a box. “So you got some freaky alien stuff going on like double dicks or crotch tentacles?” Gritting his denta behind his mask as you just grin up at him, he vents tiredly.

• He almost looks like he’s in pain as he just straight up ignores the question. Apparently you’ve reached the limit of how much bullshit he’s willing to put up with. Silent, he begins moving the uneaten food and his half empty energon cube off the berth and sits beside you, elbows on his knees and face in his hands. Making you feel guilty about screwing with him. Especially since, realistically him abducting you probably saved your life given the path you were on. And you owe him more than you can ever hope to repay.

• “You know,” you say and he hears your little feet padding on the berth. Peeking at you, he watches you slowly spin. Dancing again and he wonders why you do that, your expression no longer teasing, but oddly empty. “The club I danced for, didn’t pay a lot. Sometimes if the customer looked like he had money, we’d have a private party.” Arms over your head, you turn so your back is to him. “And I always told myself it didn’t matter. That I didn’t care, because every dollar got me a little closer to getting the hell out of there.” There’s something under the resignation in your voice, something broken that makes his spark ache. Wishing he’d found you just a bit sooner, before life had scarred you.

• Wrapping your arms around yourself, you wish you could just shut up. Because telling him this, how dirty you really are? He’s not going to look at you the same way if you don’t stop. Won’t treat you the same way. And part of you knows that everything that’s wrong with your life is wholly your fault. Stubbornly doubling down again and again until there was no digging yourself out. You hear him shift behind you, a metallic rasp. Leaving again? Done with you?

• There’s an unsettling pull as he mass shifts, of willing himself smaller and burning so much energy all at once. And when he’d done, you’re still so much smaller than he is. Just this fragile little thing that still seems so unreal to him as he reaches out and pulls you back into him. Hearing your startled inhale as he catches your wrists in a big hand, unsettled that he can loop the servos of one hand so easily around both your little wrists. “You think I’m proud of every single thing I’ve done? That I haven’t made mistakes?” He asks and feels you shiver.

• Head craning to look over your shoulder and up at him, for once you can’t say anything at all. No smart ass comment or teasing. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he could do something like this. And he’s warm against your back, suddenly aware of him in a way you’d never been before. Those big hands achingly gentle on you. Has anyone ever touched you like that? Gently? It’s too much. Too real, sending you into a panic. “Please tell me it’s not crotch tentacles,” you blurt, hearing him make a noise suspiciously between a groan and a laugh as his other arm curls around you. Holding you closer.

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[my-pjo-stuff]

God, I can’t believe that you prevented the tragedy of Manhattan by putting little Luke in a box and shipping him off to Germany. Astounding how easy that was. Great commentary on how fucked up USA’s (and, by extent, the god’s) system is.

But now. Without Luke in the place to initiate the rebellion, the situation all the unclaimed demigods were in would have continued for many more years. At some point, someone, perhaps the child of a minor god, would have noticed the unfairness of Olympus and would have became the new target for Kronos. Which raises the question: how would the second Titan war have gone if Luke was not Kronos’s chosen?

Idk, I’m just having thoughts 🤷‍♀️. An AU where Alabaster for example hosts Kronos could be really interesting…

Turns out that Germany can solve a lot of problems in PJO actually, who knew XD Also thanks a lot for the compliment 💖

NOW ONTO THE QUESTION : Honestly? I think that the revolt still would have started the relative same- but instead of Luke it would have been Chris starting it. I mean just think about this logically! In the books it was mentioned that Chris was with Luke from basically the very get-go. He remained unclaimed (afaik) for a good chunk of time and was among the oldest Hermes campers. He would have been the next best starting point. Later in canon he did join back up with CHB of course, but the thing is- I doubt that in this AU he would have gone on that labyrinth mission in the first place. He takes Luke's place in this AU- and Luke obviously wouldn't go around doing simple missions. Chances are that just some other, random Halfblood took over Chris' mission and was driven to madness. Otherwise..... I don't think that too much would have changed. Atleast not until TLO. I suppose some changes would have to be made with TTC, since Annabeth wouldn't have had any reason to take the sky from Chirs. That's easily remedied tho by saying that Clarisse was the one being kidnapped for the plan instead. She's also a maiden, Artemis couldn't care less whether it's Annabeth or Clarisse in that regard. Since Clarisse has a crush on Chris she'd have a reason to take the sky- she also has a strong enough will to carry it. I'm sure. From there on it would still go the relative same. Percy probably would still go off to save Clarisse- even if it's just to get Atlas taken care of. Chris would be the one to get possessed by Kronos. TLO will probably change the most though- I still assume that Luke's the Hero of the Great Prophecy for this part- which means that we somehow needs to get A)Luke from Germany to the US and B)Percy to realize that LUKE's the hero. Kronos would probably be revived later than in canon since he doesn't have Luke there. The way Kronos can come back is by a certain amount of demigods swearing loyalty to him, remember? The thing is, without Luke there as the one demigod who swore loyalty first Kronos is missing one more demigod post Ethan. Who would that demigod be? Idk and idc. What matters here is that TLO would turn to being a race against time for both Percy and Kronos. For Kronos, it's finding and getting one more demigod to join him.

For Percy it's finding the Hero of the Great Prophecy. Which is why I think that the plot of TLO would change to Percy and co. trying to find out who the acctual Hero of the Great Prophecy is.

Hestia's involvement here could possibly be pointing Percy into the right direction. Or in this case, sending the our MCs to Germany. From there on we'd probably take some time getting to know german!Luke, since this would be his first appearance. Possibly starting out with Luke being the one providing Percy and Annabeth some aid? They are two minors in a foreign country afterall where they don't understand the language or culture. In that case Luke would props have to be on leave during the plot or something, since he's in the military. Anyway, so plot happens and sooner or later people realize Luke's the Hero of the Great Prophecy. By that time probably would have run out, with Kronos finally getting his last Halfblood and taking over Chris. Enter : The Battle of Manhatten. Hestia and the gods at that point still have their own issues to deal with, so I doubt Hestia would be able to ship them around the world again. And a normal flight would take ages. So Luke decided to do something a little desperate. He throws on his military uniform, tells Annabeth to throw on her Invisibility Cap and keep quiet and follow him and Percy. He gets everyone in the car, drives up to the military basis and basically starts lying through his teeth. He tells the guards that he decided to shorten his break on a short notice, since something else came up in the future which ne needs the leave for more. Percy is Luke's nephwe, and currently doing an internship for the military. He has been assigned his caretaker for the duration of the internship. Luke being considered a prodigy and already being well respected and high up in the military, aswell as some demigod talents get the guards to let them through with an invisible Annabeth trailing after them. Putting his talents as a son of Hermes to use, Luke basically steals a military helicopter- loads both Percy and Annabeth up into it and decides to commit impromptu treason and takes off. One short prayer to Hermes later, and the trio find themselves miraculously back in Manhatten. From then on more plot happens, Luke manages to get into the fight and from there on it pretty much goes as canon again. Chris/Kronos being defeated in this could possibly come from Luke figuring out Chris' Achilles Heel by analyzing how he fights, and going for it. Getting stabbed by Kronos' scythe in the process and thus dying. Short note tho, since Luke had to throw on his uniform to steal the helicopter this means that Luke's pulling up to Manhatten wearing one of those two drips.

(Head covering and badges vary, since those are diffrent ranks than what I imagine Luke to be)

ALTERNATIVLEY

In an AU where Luke ISN'T the Hero of the Great Prophecy, I think it would honestly just switch to Percy. 'cause well.... who else? The plot would props go as everyone would have expected it to go, with Percy dying at age 16 probably also to Kronos' scythe. In that case Luke props wouldn't even rly have noticed anything going down in Manhatten.

[tonberry-yoda]

One More Time - Sanji (pt. 3) f!reader

pt.1 | pt.2

notes - Hi cuties! My writing inspo is coming back!!! <3 This was for my most recent poll! I decided to do another part of this because this is actually a fun series to write! Thanks to all who love it too and expect a Law fic soon???? Love you bunches!!! word count - 1,064 tags - @sleepyhead0720

The night went by too slowly for your liking. You were alone in that storage room jumping over the smallest noises, fearing that you were going to get caught.

You lied when you told Sanji that you had been in worse situations. You really hadn't. The Strawhat Pirates were famous and not in the good way. If even one spotted you, you would be dead meat. All of them combined had a bigger bounty than you could ever imagine.

But they were so kind. Why?

They looked like they were genuinely having a good time together, being human and laughing. Not only that, but you had heard from outside sources that wasn't the Navy that they had done so much to help others. Especially the captain. With a smile on his face in every wanted poster.

They were definitely a strange bunch, but they intrigued you; made you jealous. You were a crew bouncer, which meant that a lot of the time, you were just joining crew after crew for a pretty penny. Honestly, you stopped caring about the money and just wanted a home. But none of them felt like it.

But here? With all of these lovely people telling jokes and singing songs? It pissed you off. Why couldn't you live like that?

You definitely couldn't now that you were an enemy to them.

You tossed and turned in your sleep not having a clue what time it was because not only did you not have a watch, but you didn't even have a window that could give you a clue.

You were so tired though.

A sigh escaped your lips and you sat up. Sleep wasn't an option anymore, it seemed.

But you jumped to the roof when you heard the trap door open. Yeah, you were screwed. Too tired to fight and in a bad position with what little of a bounty you had on you.

"y/n?" You recognized Sanji's voice as he whispered your name. "y/n, are you down here?"

You peeked from behind a barrel and smiled. "Hey, Sanji!"

He walked over to you and turned on the light. "Hungry?" he asked as he kneeled down with a plate of food.

"I guess I am." you replied after your stomach gave a growl of hunger.

"We're almost to the island by the way. Sooner than we thought too." He leaned his head against a box as he sat across from you and sighed. "We'll be there in about an hour."

"What time is it?"

"Just past eight."

You hummed in response and kept eating. You weren't even on the boat for a full day, but you already missed his cooking.

"How did you sleep?" he asked, trying to hide that he as slightly blushing.

"I dunno. Probably slept a little bit, but I mostly just remember sitting." you admitted.

"I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "Not your fault. I'm the one who crawled on this boat."

For a moment, it was just silence, but Sanji quickly broke it.

"What are you going to do when you leave?"

"What I always do." You set down your plate and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to warm yourself up. "Travel until I find somewhere to stay."

"That doesn't sound very fun."

"Eh, I'm used to it. A solo pirate, I guess."

"I wish you could join our crew." he giggled.

"Same." You played with a string that was hanging off of your blanket and sighed out of your nose. "But it's fine. I mean, I had fun while I was here. And had some pretty damn good food, if I do say so myself."

"Is that so?" he teased.

You laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "What about you?" you asked. "What are you gonna do once you get to the island?"

"Whatever the captain orders."

"Sounds confining."

"Surprisingly, not really." Sanji moved himself so that he was sitting next to you and slid his hand in yours, clearing his throat. "Better than being in one place."

"I got you there. Traveling is the best."

"No kidding."

You laid your head on Sanji's shoulder and squeezed his hand. "Have you ever felt alone, Sanji?"

He sighed. "Hell yeah I have."

You nodded and felt yourself drift off into sleep.

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"Sanji! Get up here!" You heard someone shout from above you as you woke up. "We're here!"

"Coming! Just give me a second! You guys can get a move on without me, I'll catch up!"

You heard the sound of footsteps above you disappear and you rubbed your eyes.

"Looks like we're here, princess. Get you some beauty sleep?"

You turned to see Sanji smile at you and you smiled back.

"I guess so. I'll get out of your hair though. Thanks for covering me up."

"Don't mention it." He stood up and grabbed your hand, helping you up. "Want me to walk you out?"

"If it's not any trouble."

"I would be happy to."

Sanji slid his hand into yours as you two got off of the boat. The island in front of you was warm and very welcoming. Small, but perfect. You knew you were bound to have a couple nights of rest here.

"Well, I have to get some shopping done before me and the rest of the crew head out." Sanji said. "So, uh... this is goodbye?"

You looked at him and he had misty eyes. The wind blew and his blonde hair followed it along with his cigarette smoke.

"Yeah... Bye, Sanji. Thanks for everything." You went to turn away, but couldn't help yourself as you quickly turned around and fell into his arms. You hugged him so tight that his cigarette fell out of his mouth. His hand reached the back of your head while the other found it's way to your back. You hadn't been hugged like this in ages.

When you pulled away from the hug, it felt like something dropped out of you, made you feel empty. Another goodbye, that's all it was.

"So, you and your crew are leaving as soon as you can?" you asked.

"That's the plan." He ran his fingers through his hair and looked up at the clouds.

He felt your lips softly press against his, but when he looked down, you were gone.

If only he could see you. One more time.

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[despite-everything]

moving across the country in two weeks and im fucking stressed.

im really excited - ive been trying to do this for more than half a year and only just now got a job, but this is hard! ive moved cross-country twice before, but once i was still in high school and was moving to live with a different parent then i moved again for college, so both of those moves were very different than a full adult moving because i want to. ive moved around within an hour or so radius over the past couple years, but this is so different and its starting to feel real.

i have my flight booked. ive put in my two weeks at my current job. i have a date im selling my car. im fortunate enough to have been offered to live with my sister and her husband for a couple months while i look for a second job and a place of my own (def with roommates though. im moving nyc. is this the smartest finanical decision with the current economy? probably not. but i feel like i need to for a multitude of personal reasons).

my cat is my personal item on my flight, and i plan to have a large backpack with important stuff (computers, audio equipment, and a pair of shoes), and one large checked bag. im hoping to send my stuff later once i find a place to live (i can keep things in my dads basement for a year or so which is a huge relief, but i want to get it out of there sooner rather than later since he doesnt know im on hrt and im sure wouldnt react well to figuring that out).

im trying to fit as many clothes as i can into this bag, as well as other important things and damn its fucking hard. i own a lot of things, but even just packing the essentials is tough because idk if this is all i will have for a couple months or for longer. and honestly? the hardest part is my pillow. its the only pillow ive ever wanted to use long term and it doesnt have a fucking tag on it so idk the brand. and i love my sister but i got serious neck pain after staying with her for a week using her pillow options, so i want to bring mine. and the fact that im not sure i can make it work is really activating my stress. i know i could ship a box or two with other things i could really use, but i think this pillow is kinda my breaking point for realizing how stressed i am.

im just trying to stay focused on how much i want this and keep reminding myself that millions of people have done this before me. but its scary! and i have someone in my life who id like to be talking to about this stuff but theyre going through some major shit of their own and i know they really need space this week so im going to wait. but i just needed to get some of this out.

[fountainpenguin]

"Suspense is controlling my mind... I can't find a way out of here..."

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New 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash update today!

Fairly OddParents || One-Shot - “Approval”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

Find more Lavender Train story arc HERE

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A glimpse into 155,000-year-old Foop's life on the student council as he decorates the gym for a high school dance. Guest appearances by Poof, Denzel, Kevin, the von Strangle twins, the O'Terrae clones, Whistle, and Foop's betrothed: Anti-Coriander.

(First 1000 words under the cut)

40. Approval (~5,000 years after "Temptation" and 5,000 before "All I Ever Wanted")

Wednesday February 8th, Aurora 177

Year of Water, Winter of the Powerful Rapids

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If Foop had truly had an inkling of how much work it takes to run the school as its student body secretary, he may not have bothered campaigning. Honestly they were three years into the current zodiac cycle and he still hadn't decided if he'll run for the position again.

He probably would. He most definitely would, so he didn't even know why he was complaining. The one and only cycle that he reigned as student body president with Poof as his secretary, half the meetings didn't get their minutes recorded in any real detail, and Poof had typed every single document using the Central Star region's way of spelling Snobbish words.

And other minor annoyances… like, he'd written out directions once and called the first floor "second floor" and Foop spent 30 minutes flitting around in puzzled circles until it clicked that he and Poof were using different terms for their destination. He walked in late and his snacks were cold. Hmph. No one ever seemed to have that problem when it was him sending out newsletters. Atrocious.

And when Poof had double-dipped his hand briefly into the role of student body treasurer, the budget may as well have been sliced in half with the way Poof divvied up their things. Honestly, it felt sometimes like his counterpart flopped in his various roles on purpose just to make him miserable. He'd like to believe Poof was better than that level of petty, but sometimes when you were dripping with exhaustion and low on caffeine, it was impossible to tell.

Poof's on freaking peppermint a solid 70% of his waking hours anyway. A lot of help HE is. He supposed he could thank his counterpart for getting addicted to candy in a way that let Foop operate sober and without temptation of any kind. That was the only silver lining to any of this.

Foop despised his counterpart's peppermint habit, but like Darkness would he ever rat Poofy out to his mummy and daddy. No. They both relied on their parents' approval- if not for physical comfort and safety, then certainly for emotional support. Hard pass. Disgrace. Poof had far too much dirt on him to ever make him risk tipping their mutually assured destruction too far to one side.

My secret affairs with Anti-Marigold come to mind… His father will flay him alive when he finds out about that. An anti-will o' the wisp… Really. The prince of Anti-Fairy World could have done "so much better in a mistress" (and High Count Anti-Cosmo will painfully let him know it). His lecherous father was a textbook nymphomaniac. Foop would rather die than allow the pooferazzi to document Anti-Cosmo dragging his son out to all his old brothel haunts or… or… something like that.

Do we even have brothels in Anti-Fairy World? Who knows. That's not the point. The High Count undoubtedly did something scandalous with his spare time when he wasn't holed up plotting world domination, and whatever that thing may be, Foop would sooner sprint one billion kilometers in the other direction than ever face it head-on.

Anti-Cosmo didn't approve of the fact that Foop ended up on student council in the first place. Foop had cheated some of the vote (as he'd cheated it for years) by relying on bashful simpletons like Whistle to campaign in his favor while simultaneously threatening others into voting for him. He'd stuffed the ballot box and didn't even care. Honestly, part of him suspected the school knew what he was up to, and Foop took cruel pride in the fact that if he managed to do a good enough job keeping the school activities flowing, the faculty might simply look the other way. Oh, there's such a great joy in being wanted as a leader instead of merely feared…

Not that my father understands that. My position is secured someday, especially if I don't have heirs until I'm so old that my wand sparks when I use it. Meanwhile, my father will be twisting his neck, peering anxiously over one shoulder in cold anticipation of my rise to power until the day he dies.

Ah, youth. He reveled in it.

At least Poof knew how to lead a meeting that kept all the officers engaged. Poof had this animated way of speaking where he sort of gushed over his words, the long tails of his blue bandana ribbon snapping behind him in an imaginary wind every time he paced. He could sell a genie on underwater real estate. Maybe that was why the people kept electing him student body president year after year.

They'd been setting up for tonight's dance since before the window for early-morning breakfast wishes closed off. Well… Foop had, anyway. It wasn't really necessary. In a pinch, magic could always be whipped out to speed the process along, but Foop had his own… reasons for wanting to keep eyes on their location for hours at a time.

He traced the pad of one finger along the dark scar that curled around his neck. Left side, just above the collarbone…

Cavatina Sanderson had slit that scar across Poof's innocent skin 20,000 years ago, during the same Autumn Masquerade where Foop first met Anti-Coriander. Foop had even died and regenerated a few times since then - not on purpose! (mostly) - but the scar wasn't his to heal. This same scar branded his counterpart's neck. It had been given to Poof first, and the stupid sync between their cores kept it firmly in place like a teeter-totter. Terribly annoying.

He never knew how to explain it when strangers asked. Wasn't even his battle wound to brag about. Or Poof's, for that matter… That infuriating pixie had simply backed his counterpart against a wall and shoved a blade right up to his neck. Poof just let it happen. And if he'd done it at one dance, Foop had no reason to believe he wouldn't make another appearance tonight.

Therein lay the anxieties.

[Cnt’d - FFN and AO3 links above]

[ciaossu-imagines]

I saw that your ask box was open and I wondered if maybe you’d down for some Hiruma smut? Maybe he and f!reader had a thing back at Deimon and reconnect as adults when he’s in the NFL and she’s in town (either for business or just to see him play) and it turns out the feelings haven’t changed?

(Also your writing is wonderful and I’ve been [re]binging it all the last few days, lol)

I’m always down for smut, my dear! And thank you so much for the sweet compliments. I truly appreciate them! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons though I feel this one isn’t quite up to snuff, isn’t really overly smutty either, and is a lot rougher than my other replies recently! My apologies for that.

I feel like the thing you and Hiruma had back at Deimon was largely sexual, rather than extremely romantic. I just don’t see high-school aged Hiruma being all that ready or available for an actual relationship since he was so focused on football that he had little time for anything else. So, it would have been more a friend with benefits thing. You guys got along and the sexual chemistry and tension between the two of you was insane and you guys just fell into a sexual relationship back then. It probably ended around graduation or maybe a little sooner if you’d wanted more than he could give at the time, but it didn’t end badly, and you guys were still sort of friends. You’d update each other periodically on your lives but did drift apart.

You had grown to love football while together with Hiruma and when your work was sending you to the town where his team plays, you decided to reach out to him. Just give him a heads up that you’d be in town for that month long stretch on business and to tell him you wanted to see him play, ask about the game schedule.

The two of you started texting and messaging each other more and more after that initial contact. It would still be a couple weeks before you headed to his town but the two of you were in contact almost every single day. At first it was just about football, giving you the game schedule or letting you know he’d gotten you a seat up in the VIP section for a time that worked for you. Then it just kind of became catching up, updating each other on your respective lives…and then it became more friendly, more personal.

When it was discovered that both of you were single, the conversations slowly started taking a naughtier turn. You’d send a slightly risqué selfie and he’d toss back a slightly sexual reply and it just escalated into you teasing him with nudes, to messages and texts that made the both of you hot, to video-calls that were supposedly ‘just to chat’ but always ended up with you stuffed full of a toy, performing for him on camera, getting off all over it while he jerks himself off, telling you the lewdest, filthiest things. Hiruma’s always been kind of a master at dirty talk, honestly.

After all those years, the sexual chemistry is still very much there.

After watching the game, he offers to take you out to eat and he does…his hand just seems to find it’s way along your curves during the night, your foot just seems to run up his leg, teasing him during dinner.

You guys don’t even last until dessert before the check is called for. The only dessert he wants is you.

Back at your hotel, he pins you against the wall the second the door is closed. He’s still a tease after all these years and he takes his time getting you all worked up, no matter how much his throbbing cock is screaming at him to just fuck you already.

There’s so much dirty talk on his part and he enjoys ordering you around, since he’s always had a dominant streak sexually.

He’ll cum really quick when he does fuck you that first time, but he’s got a pretty short refractory time and he will have you so many times, so many ways that first night.

He’s really nervous about possibly getting you pregnant and, even though he wears a condom, he prefers to pull out still before cumming and to have you suck him off or to jerk himself off onto your body.

He takes his time exploring your body over the following month while you’re in town. He’s curious as to whether you’re still sensitive in all the same spots, if you’re still into the same things, if you still feel so utterly perfect wrapped around him, if you’ve learned any new tricks. And he wants you to discover all that about him, to be honest.

This could become a fairly regular thing that develops into a relationship, or it could be a one-time fling, depending on how you want things to progress, because I do feel the potential is there for either one.

[lex-n-weegie]

wake me up, bring me to life, and how to be a heartbreaker for any of your fnaf s/is!

I'ma do them both 👁️👁️ (ik I used to have three but the third was a concept I didn't like anymore so cjskxnsk). Evelyn will be purple and Hazel will be red!

WAKE ME UP :: If someone had to befriend your s/i, what’s the one thing they could do and/or say to immediately get on their good side?

Just talk about how much you love the Freddy and the gang's characters and you'll already have her interest. Even more so if you talk about their personalities and treat them like actual people, automatic win! Also music boxes, they're obsessed with em.

Honestly? As sad as it is, just be nice to her. Hazel often gets the short end of the stick, not being a Glamrock and all, so any amount of genuine kindness and they'll great you by name if you ever come by the Painting Palace. Maybe even a special drawing will be waiting for you!

BRING ME TO LIFE :: What’s the one thing that your s/i deeply regrets more than anything else? Was it something they did? Or was it something they didn’t do?

Ouuughhh... it's a complicated question for Evelyn. There's a lot of things that she wished didn't happen, but if they didn't happen she wouldn't be where she was today with her loved ones. If she never died, she probably would've been too old to go to the Pizzaplex. If she never possessed the Marionette along with Charlotte, she probably wouldn't have later gotten the ability to disguise herself as a human. If she tried to have prevented [REDACTED] from his fate, he wouldn't have become robotic and been able to live long enough to meet them in the present day (A lot of lore with her I haven't talked about, whoopsies). Everything is bittersweet.

Well, technically she did do it later, but her biggest regret is not standing up for herself sooner when they were just known as "bear," and also later finding and rebuilding Glamrock Bonnie(Something I wanted to keep a surprise tbh, but when am I ever going to write about it to reveal it lmao). They always feel like they should have done it sooner, that they could have found him sooner because they literally helped build the building and all of its rooms. She could have done it sooner, she knows it. So much time was lost...

HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER :: Do you have any ideas for your s/i that you ended up scrapping? If so, say what they were. And why were they scrapped?

Yes actually! Originally Evelyn was going to be a rival to Vanessa/Vanny, instead of following a glitchy murder mimic they would have been following...something. Never could figure that part out. She was going to wear a Marionette mask and have a knife of her own, a weird fucked up anti hero. Killing the killers to bring balance to the word or something like that. I ended up thinking about the current stuff with her and stuck with that instead.

Nothing with Hazel's original idea, despite the fact that later I changed her arm sleeve things to match her leggings and gave her an earring. But later on I did consider changing her hair! I'm white as all hell, so all my s/is are intended to be white, even the furries. And while white people can have afro hair, hell I based their design off of Bob Ross, I worried that I would somehow give the wrong impression about my race with it. I doodled a concept with spikey-er, almost mohawk like hair that still covered both eyes, but after showing it to my friends and having them choose the majority liked the afro most.

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[lydsdonovan]

Lydia pressed her lips together, offering a reassuring nod as she listened to him speak, allowing him to get out all the thoughts that must have been insatiably racing through his head. All of the questions, the 'what-ifs, the frustrations regarding this unexpected predicament. She'd known from the moment she'd met Elliott that there was more lurking behind that quiet, reserved exterior -- and boy, had she been right. Underneath lie a man who was fiercely loyal, willing to do whatever it took to take care of those he loved. It was no surprise that he was having a hard time reconciling with this.

"Dislike you? How could anyone dislike this face?" She teased, her hand smoothing over his beard with a soft chuckle. "Look, I don't disagree with you. I think a lot of pain could have been avoided if you'd been able to connect with Mikayla sooner, and I can't imagine Penny doesn't know that, too. But I also can't imagine any of it was born from being ashamed of you. I mean -- look at you, look at everything you've been able to accomplish in your life, E." Lydia smiled shaking her head. "And I think you should feel whatever it is your feeling, work through it however you need to -- but at a certain point the 'what-ifs' about all of this are going to drive you crazy. You know?" The eldest Donovan knew that from experience, her own racing mind having prevented her from truly taking charge of her life for so many years because of it. She didn't want him to make the same mistake, especially when there was so much at stake.

"I know you won't. I already gave you an out, and it didn't take, remember?" She teased, pressing a kiss to his head when he leaned against her. "Yeah, so many admirers. I've had to have a PO box set up 'cause of all the love letters I get on a daily basis." Honestly, Lydia was so in her own head half the time she probably wouldn't notice if that were actually the case. "Ooh, a tunnel sounds convenient. Kind of romantic, too -- I'll whip out the shovels." She chuckled, letting out a small squeal when she was suddenly hoisted in the air and set on the counter. Her arms loosely snaked around his neck, practically beaming as he embraced her once more.

Lydia hummed softly, grinning against his lips and lifting her arms up to help him along. "Bold of you to assume I don't keep a meticulously written log of how long all the toothbrushes in this house have been in circulation. It's the reason I always get a gold star at the dentist." Which actually wasn't a lie despite how neurotic it sounded. "Dessert, hm? I'm pretty good at making those. Ran a bakery for, like, ten years and everything..."

Instead of answering her, Elliott just watched her, listened to her. Lydia had always had such a kind soul, she was the one person who always saw the good in people, even with the little jokes she did. Honestly, he didn't know what it was he did in this life, or any other lives, to deserve a woman like her. Consistently, he was mesmerized by her, amazed by her strength, proud of her achievements. She was special, but then again, to him, she always had been. Ever since that moment where Jo introduced them.

"I know." He agreed to everything she had said. "It's not that I don't understand where she is coming from... It's not as if I didn't know her parents, I saw how strict they were, how much they disliked me... I also understand that the fear of rejection is there... And I want to see it like that... But..." He sighed, shaking his head. "This was a decision made by her for her. Mikayla is over thirty now. Don't you think, at the very least, she should have been given a choice to make that decision for herself? To see if she wanted to reach out or not? But... It's that I was kept like some damn dirty secret all these years and it's only out in the open because I'm here. If I wasn't..." It's those thoughts that kept running through his mind, wondering if there really was something that he had done, something he didn't know. It was hard enough to navigate everything, especially since there's been so much happening. He still didn't feel completely back to himself ever since Landon had been taken. It all just felt a little too much for him. His head fell on her shoulder in defeat. "Don't worry, I won't ever leave you or Landon. I'll always be by your side, the both of you, because you're both important to me."

As she broke their kiss, Elliott just grinned, like a silly teenager. "I'll boost your ego just enough. I'm sure you have enough admirers in town to make sure you never forget how amazing you are, but just know... You will always have someone waiting for you at home... Though we might have to make a tunnel because your home and mine suddenly are feeling quite far." Slowly his hands slid down her thighs until he got a good hook on them, lifting Lydia up and turning them around so she was sitting down on the counter. "We will get through this," he repeated as he hungrily leaned in for another kiss.

Between the kiss, he took off his glasses, placing them on the counter next to her, as his hands found the way to the hem of her shirt. "Mm, I can get stuff sent here if I need anything. Besides, surely you should still have my toothbrush here." He mumbled between the kisses. "Landon isn't home, because I think I'd like to start with desert."

[deanismysavior]

It’s so frustrating that people refuse to even consider the hypothetical possibility that Mike could be bi/not straight.

person a: “Will has been confirmed gay and is in love with mike.”

person b: “Oh that’s weird I didn’t see that at all, I thought he liked El, but fine. BUT MIKE IS THE STRAIGHTEST PERSON EVER! He loves El, they’ve made clear throughout the series that he only likes women, he hates guys, he’s never looked at a guy once. He’s dating El, they’re getting married, they told me themselves. This will only end in heartbreak. It’s impossible.”

Being homophobic is one thing (an awful thing). Being slow to figure out Will’s sexuality is another thing (poor media literacy skills). But I’m really trying to understand the people who aren’t necessarily homophobic, they just literally think it’s IMPOSSIBLE for Mike to be anything other than the straightest straight boy to ever be straight. Even if the monologue were in fact fully genuine, do they really think he has to get married to the first girl he dated?

This fandom is so weird.

Yeah, I agree that it's this really weird rhetoric within certain corners of the fandom, and honestly, it might not be outright malicious homophobia, but it is internalized bias.

They think that Mike has to fall into a stereotype in order for it to be possible that he's gay. They think he has to "act gay" or "sound gay" or have "gay interests" in order to be gay. What they don't seem to understand is that queer people are just people. We don't have to fall into some box in order to have same-sex/gender attraction, but straight people, whether they are conscious of this or not, have a tendency to necessitate that there needs to be some significant difference between a straight person and a queer person, but there doesn't.

To be fair though, I think we're inclined as humans to try to sort out and deduce this way by grouping things; it's a way for us to make sense of patterns. The thing about Mike and why they're so adamant that he "couldn't be gay," is because he doesn't fit that pre-determined pattern they associate with queerness.

This might be slightly off-topic, but I think now we're coming into this phase in media where we're seeing more and more that these molds are being broken. Just take Heartstopper for example. Even the queer characters within the show think that Nick is the "straightest person ever" until they see him start a relationship with Charlie. It drives home an important point about how the assumptions we make about people can be dangerous, and I'd argue, can probably prevent a lot of queer people from discovering they are queer sooner, because they don't fit what queer people are "supposed" to look like to society.

But if we cast aside those pre-conceived notions for a second and actually LOOK at the way Mike interacts with Will, I think people would get a much clearer picture of what queerness really looks like. It just looks like loving someone.

[lokiskitten]

Hello! i was wondering if you could write a loki fluff/smut where it's the reader's birthday and everyone completely forgets except for him. Thank you!

Loki Laufeyson | thoughtful behavior

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : right when you thought everyone in Asgard had managed to forget about your birthday, you decide to pay a visit to Loki down in the dungeons. Surprisingly enough, he ends up being the only one who remembers about your birthday. Now, is it nothing but a friendly behavior, or simply a trick in order to soften you up and escape?

warnings : none.

Even if it was meant to be the best, this day had officially managed to rise at the top of your worst days list. You had just turned eighteen, yet no one in this kingdom seemed to remember about your birthday. Not even your own friends. This rather humiliating situation easily led you to develop an upset and stupid behavior, and your feet were now leading you down the stairs which would take you to the dungeons. After Odin had forbidden for anyone to visit his youngest son, you hadn’t been able to see Loki in ages. And you missed him.

Arriving upon the glistening cells, your eyes were first to look around the intimidating surroundings, spotting a couple of creepy creatures which thankfully remained locked away behind the electric barrer which composed their cell. They seemed to be aware of what awaited for them if they ever dared to step too close to the transparent walls, which was probably the reason to why they refused to move any closer to your silhouette. Finally managing to get your eyes off the monsters, your head turned to your left, orbs now landing onto Loki’s familiar sight.

He hadn’t noticed your presence yet, which you couldn’t blame as his face was diverted down towards a seemingly interesting book. Bringing his finger up to his lips, Loki licked the tip of his digit before swiping to the next page. You now stood before his cell, and it didn’t take long for his senses to notice your presence. His head was first to move up, eyes then diverting towards your face through the transparent barrer which composed the wall of his cell. He didn’t seem any surprised, and in fact remained calmer and quieter than he’s ever been.

“Hey.” You spoke shyly, attempting to initiate conversation and sincerely hoping that he would accept to talk with you on such a tough day. Loki deciding to ignore you would’ve been the drop which would’ve managed to make the vase overflow. Closing his book, the demigod tilted his head and allowed a grin to appear on his lips. “Y/n? How... surprising.” He spoke on a sarcastic and uninterested tone, head turning back towards the wall as he pronounced those few words. You could tell that he was upset, and it disturbed your already troubled soul. Something you wouldn’t deny was that you hadn’t really made any efforts to visit him through the time he spent locked up down here.

“Loki, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you sooner. Your father is very tough, you know. How are you?” You asked after allowing a frustrated sigh to escape your lips, sincerely hoping he would put his attitude to the side and appreciate this moment you two were about to spend together. “I’m doing... good. As good as I could ever be.” He responded before getting up on his feet and walking to his bed. “Beyond the fact that I was locked up by my own father and deprived of the throne.” The tall man added nonchalantly as he allowed the book to fall down onto the bedside table. Face to his negativity your face dropped towards the ground, sigh escaping your trembling lips upon being face to face to the fact that he might have forgotten about your birthday too.

However, you were soon to jump to surrealistic conclusions. Upon sensing your sadness, Loki’s head briefly tilted towards yours, noticing the way you seemed to be pitifully staring at the ground. And just like that, the demigod remembered about today’s date- and that it was your birthday. Feeling embarrassed and uneasy face to your sorrow, the raven haired man remained silent though bit down on the inside of his cheek, blue eyes looking around as his brain attempted to find a way to make you feel better. He was soon to step closer to the transparent bay, upper body bending over slightly as a grin appeared on his face. He was attempting to make eye contact with you.

“Happy birthdayyyy.” Loki announced lowly, earning nothing from you but an ungrateful shrug. This sight made him frown, as if he was left unsatisfied about your lack of positive reaction. Thankfully, his magic was going to be handful regarding the platonic situation he now had to deal with. As you continued to stare at the floor or the wall, you began hearing irritating squeaks coming from your friend- which made you look up out of pure curiosity. He had his back turned towards you, and seemed to be working on something as you could notice that his arms and elbows moved at a rather fast and concentrated pace.

Suddenly, Loki turned around with one of his arms extended towards the outside, smile on his face as he could now present to you his made up gift. It was a mini Loki made out of rubber balloons, which adorned a smile on its face. And even if it lacked a lot of details, this rubber doll still looked like him and that mostly due to the undeniable features such as the green suit and it’s long black hair. “It’s a mini me! Now you can take me everywhere with you.” He spoke proudly, desperately waiting for a reaction coming from you. You felt amused and touched by this gesture, yet you couldn’t help but feel turned off by the fact that this present revolved around him, which only reflected Loki’s natural self-centered mind.

Upon earning nothing from you but a judgmental look, Loki’s smile dropped as the balloon doll popped within his palms. None of you flinched, and your head ended up diverting away from his silhouette again. Noticing that you were clearly not satisfied with his first present, Loki felt like giving up on your case due to his enormous ego. How dare she deny my gift? But after second thoughts, his heart managed to feel pain face to your sad self. It only took him a couple of seconds to find a new idea, something he knew you would truly enjoy. Without bothering to turn around, Loki began to use his magic in order to summon an object in his hands. It was first surrounded with grin mist, which progressively faded away as the object formed.

Your attention got caught by the sound of Loki’s spells, eyes diverting upwards and landing on the sight of the formatting object. Now, this had enhanced your curiosity and interest, and you were officially offering all of your attention to the working man. Within seconds, a beautiful music box appeared on top of Loki’s joint palms. It adorned his colors indeed- green and gold- yet its beauty managed to chase away any negative thoughts from your once saddened mind. You found yourself in awe face to this music box, and Loki felt like it was the perfect occasion to open it and allow the melody to play in your ears.

If you once thought that the box was pretty, it was nothing compared to the music it contained. Your heart began to race face to this romantic attention, cheeks heating up as you looked back up at Loki. “It’s.. beautiful.” You affirmed without a doubt, grin forming on your face. The demigod had just managed to make your day better by chasing away all of the irrelevant worries your mind had accumulated. Loki smiled back yet unexpectedly began to drag the music box back towards his stomach, soon clasping the opening close. You were left clueless face to this selfish and confusing gesture.

A frown formed on your face as you looked up at him. “what?..” you couldn’t seem to understand why he had suddenly decided to back away- and that with your present. A sigh escaped Loki’s lips as he looked down at the music box, his hand gripping tight onto the fragile material. He suddenly seemed embarrassed, saddened nearly. “I’m just sad I won’t be able to give it to you for now.” He explained, gasping anxiously before allowing his blue eyes to look up at you. You managed to understand his pain, and honestly felt touched face to how sincere he- for once- seemed to be.

“You keep it. When the day comes, I’ll be waiting, ready for you to return my gift.” You explained before allowing a smile to appear on your lips, in hopes that it would allow the man to feel better about the situation. However, even if Loki wouldn’t admit it, your visit had managed to brighten up his own day.

I hope you guys enjoyed this. Don’t hesitate to leave a request. Lots of love!💜

[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - 18

(masterpost)

and so the slow process begins

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, discussions of intelligence

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Pet- Colton, Colton didn’t realise he’d been asleep until he woke up. He had dreamt of nothing. How he had slept after the stress of yesterday was beyond him.

He suddenly saw Master in his room, a place he’d never been before, stood in the corner waiting for him to wake up and face his punishment. He cried out, pulling himself up and raising his hands protectively.

But-

He blinked. It was a shadow. The gap between the old wardrobe and the wall. Tall, thin, quiet. Just like Master. But Col was alone and he let out a long breath.

Master had probably heard him yell, though. He’d be here soon. So Col wasted no time and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He turned back to tuck his little teddy bear Chu under the covers, where Colton felt it was safe, and headed out into the corridor. Here, he was fair game. He didn’t know why Master never entered his room, but he had stuck to it vigilantly so far. It only made Col feel more aware of his own vulnerability as soon as he stepped through the door.

Master was downstairs, doing a puzzle in the local newspaper, and he looked up as Colton approached. His face brightened into a smile, the biggest he’d ever seen. Master never smiled like that. Col had to fight against the urge to freeze or drop to his knees.

“Good morning, Col,” he said, showing all of his teeth.

Oh, god. Master wanted him to reply. He wanted words, now. He finally knew that Col had been hiding them all this time, and he wanted to delve in, find out how he could twist them and use them to stroke his own ego and entrench his slave’s subordination.

Or perhaps he just wanted to hear his Pet wish him a good morning for the first time. Stop fucking overthinking.

“Good morning,” he ducked his head in reverence, “Master.”

“Wow. I still can’t believe you can speak. I’m so- I’m so proud of you, Col.”

What? Why? “…Please forgive me for not speaking sooner.”

“It’s my fault,” he sighed, which made Col tense up even more. “I just- wow. Where to start? Well, come, sit, have breakfast with me. Cereal?”

He gestured at the box already on the table. Colton obediently sat and took it in his hand with almost no trouble. Master noticed, and nodded happily. He was certainly pleased. It still made Col very uneasy, but he did seem to be doing something right.

He had never heard Master speak in such an excited tone, before. But he was silent while Pet- Col- ugh- made himself his breakfast. He could feel Master’s eyes on him. He was allowed to take the first bite, and then the interrogation began. It was obvious Master had a lot of questions.

“So- okay, first, what made you speak, yesterday? I never asked.”

Colton chewed and swallowed. It helped his throat feel a little smoother, although it was still very rough from disuse. His voice was small and unsure. “You… I saw- I saw Jaffa. At the bottom of the stairs. But I didn’t mean to- I’m n-not accusing you of anything, I know you wouldn’t hurt her I just, I wasn’t sure if you had… seen her, Master.”

He flicked his eyes up to Master, to gage his response. He had just accused Master of being a bad pet owner. Of being neglectful of Jaffa. Master seemed to parse this information, and then smiled.

“She does blend in, doesn’t she? Too bloody well sometimes. I’m so glad you stopped me. And that was so, so kind of you Col. Well done.”

He just nodded, and turned his face away. He supposed…. Master saw it as him looking out for Jaffa, rather than undermining his intelligence. That was a lucky escape for him. He knew that with his old master, any sign of insubordination would have been swiftly beaten out of him.

“Colton,” Col looked up. Master looked scary. Why was he smiling that like? What was he thinking? Col didn’t feel any closer to understanding him. “I know this is new, and I know you’ve not spoken in months. I won’t make you do loads of it, okay? We can take it slowly.”

“Thank you, Master,” he hazarded, although he didn’t see why Master hadn’t just forced him to speak from day one, if he wanted it this badly.

“God, but it makes me realise, I know so little about you. And now- I can ask. And if you want, you can reply. I’m really happy.”

“There’s nothing to know, Master. I’m just a Pet,” he mumbled. The spoon faltered in his hand. Cutlery was still a challenge.

“I know you’ve got a busy brain in there,” Master pointed a slender finger at his slave’s head, to emphasise his point. “I know you’re bursting with thoughts and ideas.”

This made Col look up, properly. An accusation like that came with dire consequences. “No, n-n-no, I’m not, I promise, I exist to serve o-only, I’m just a dumb Pet. Yours to use as you please.” Spoken exactly as his old master had taught him. Well- he would have been belted for stammering. He was out of practice.

Should he kneel? Well, yes, he should, but was it right, when he knew Master liked him on the furniture? But, god, he had to prove his point, he couldn’t let Master think he was starting to rebel, or forget his place.

Bitterly, he thought about how he knew this would happen. This was why Pets didn’t speak.

“Whoa, okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant- you’re not stupid, are you? I can tell. And that’s a good thing.”

Col just stared at his hands. He wanted to pause time, step out of his body, and float away. Somewhere without any questions, or expectations, or constant riddles. He was stupid. He knew that much.

Master’s voice brought him back to reality. Glancing at him, Col saw his smile had grown even bigger. His skin prickled.

“I think you’re Welsh.”

“M-Master?”

“You definitely are. You’ve got an accent. You’re Welsh, Col. Wow, now I’m kind of sad. Like, how on earth did you end up here?”

What was he implying? “I’ve… always been a Pet,” Col tried, but it was clear he didn’t believe himself, and from the way Master’s eyebrow slowly raised, he didn’t believe him either.

Colton had always been dimly aware that there was an other him, who had taken up the before-time. He was the one whom his old master had had to train so effectively, he was the one who had all the bad thoughts and urges. Col knew he didn’t start as a Pet. Or else his old master wouldn’t have had to torture him like that for so long.

He was a ghost in Colton’s brain, and Col didn’t know if he was locked away or completely dead. Were parts of him still hiding somewhere, curled up in a place that old master couldn’t ever reach? Or had he been completely laid out and hacked to pieces, until only Col remained. Thinking about it made him want to burst into tears. Some nights, when his mind was loosened by sleep, he felt like he missed him so much.

. . .

Linden didn’t push it. He knew most Pets didn’t retain any memories from before their conditioning. He shouldn’t have asked, really. Just… the realisation that Col had a background, he had lived before becoming the trembling man before him, made Linden ache.

He still wanted to curl up whenever he thought about how long he left it before he realised Col could speak. He hadn’t wanted to push him, there were a myriad of ways he could have been made permanently mute, and he had pretty much fallen into a routine at this point. But the knowledge that all this time, Col was patiently waiting for the chance to talk, probably wondering why Linden wouldn’t let him- oh, christ. He was so embarrassed and ashamed.

He suddenly had so many questions all on the tip of his tongue, that he couldn’t think where to start. He also really didn’t want to bombard the poor boy. But still… just a few, surely, wouldn’t hurt?

“So obviously I’ve named you Colton, but, if you actually do have a name, please tell me. We can use that one instead.”

Colton shook his head. “My name before was- was Pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yes, Master. Or bitch, or, um, mutt. Or toy.”

He hid it well, but Linden could see the shame in Col’s face. At least that meant he realised how fucked up it was.

“Those aren’t fu- those aren’t names,” he growled. “That’s just plain cruel. You don’t deserve that. Do you like being Colton? It’s not too late to choose another name for yourself, love.”

Col waited until he had swallowed down another spoonful of cereal before he spoke. That seemed good, to Linden. He didn’t feel pressured to reply immediately.

“Colton is a nice name, Master. It’s not my place to have likes or dislikes but I, uh, I am happy with it.”

Another quick glance at his face. Linden was getting used to them by now. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jaffa rolling around.

“Likes, dislikes, they’re fine. Don’t worry about that. But if you like the name, then it’s yours until you say otherwise. Oh, and- don’t worry about calling me Master. Honestly.”

Col stopped chewing, his shoulders hunching up suddenly. “I’m sorry, M-, uh, sir, sorry. I didn’t realise I shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I know- know that’s not an excuse. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed. Sir was fine, he decided. From the way Colton had panicked, he didn’t want to push it any further. “You didn’t know.”

“Thank you, I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re fine, you’re good. You’re doing great with talking, Col. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He had long learnt to pick his battles. Hearing Colton talk about being a toy to be used made him fucking sick, but he could tell that sentiment was deeply, deeply ingrained. He knew a recital when he heard one. Those weren’t his words. They were a tiny window into whoever had fucked him up like this.

. . .

Master was sir now, when Colton spoke. Col could learn that. But it didn’t change anything, right? Master still wanted him, didn’t he?

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[solomonish]

Way To Go MC, You’ve Allowed Yourself to be Poisoned (Demon Brothers)

CW for: descriptions of food and eating, brief descriptions of choking-like symptoms. (mainly in the intro, though the individual stories mention coughing, (light) blood and fainting). there will be talk of food and keeping an eye on what is being eaten in the individual character stories as well.

Ahh thank you nonnie! I got tired and stopped at the demon brothers but I’ll finish the nowdateables later if you want! Which let’s be real, I’ll probably do soon because I wanna write for Solomon lol

I hope you like it!

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It started off like any other night, with you grabbing a seat at the dinner table as the last of the food was placed in the middle. Someone beside you took your plate and gave you your portion for you, smiling at your murmur of thanks as they set it down. You waited until the last person, Levi, sat down, smiling at him as he muttered something about finishing a level to nobody in particular. 

The moment you ate your first bite of food, something felt...off. Your tongue was tingling the slightest bit and you swore you could feel an uncomfortable heat follow the food as it slid down your throat. Thinking it was just a weird Devildom spice - after all, you’ve been here for how long? and nothing has happened yet? - you take another bite and immediately regret it.

Though such a food was no big deal for demons, it was powerful enough to knock you out of your chair and hunch over, grabbing your stomach as you cough forcefully in a desperate attempt to get the food out. Your insides were burning, your airways closing in and your chest crying out in pain the more you coughed. Soon enough, tears clouded your vision, and though you could hear the chaos around you, the only thing you could focus on was what felt like fire burning you from the inside out.

When you start coughing:

The moment you let out a little cough, his eyes are on you curiously. It’s just a remnant of the days when you were still so new to it all: the fragile little human makes a strange noise, be prepared to save a life.

He almost let his eyes fall from you, but he noticed that you weren’t stopping. It wasn’t the first time you had caused a scene at dinner, saying something afterwards about it “going down the wrong tube.” Still, this seemed...different.

When you fall off of your chair, he’s out of his before you even hit the ground. He’s kneeling by your side a second later, trying to tilt your head towards him so he can fully understand what is happening.

He finally realizes that you aren’t just choking and this is much more urgent when the blood starts coming out of your mouth.

He takes his attention away from you for a moment to ask who cooked dinner, and the brothers promptly rat out Mammon.

Though Lucifer is clearly agitated at that, he decides to lecture later and instead ask what Mammon put in the dish. Everyone erupts at once about halfway through because “How could you have forgotten what that will do to a human??”

That’s the last thing you remember for yourself - whether from the poison itself or being unable to breath through all your coughing, you passed out fairly quickly afterwards

Taking care of you afterwards:

Lucifer isn’t the type to panic in the moment. He’s very accustomed to taking the lead and having everything under control.

That’s in the moment, though. When he has Satan mix up the remedial potion, he’s fine, checking over you and keeping his brothers a safe distance away while he makes sure you’re still breathing. Once you’re safely in bed, brothers having been banned from your room until at least morning, and he’s the only one left lingering in the doorway, that’s when it all begins to set in.

There’s less regret and more general uncertainty in these moments - it starts with him wondering if he should really leave you alone, and soon enough it spirals into him reminding himself just how careful he needs to be with you in the Devildom. (And really, after taking charge of seven demon lords on accident, isn’t it just like you to get killed by a spicy leaf? Honestly, he should’ve known better.)

Once you finally do wake up, he tries to act like his normal “down to business” self - “I’ve told my brothers they are not to overwhelm you today, though we both know how that will go. I’ve made Leviathan figure out what bland foods are safe for humans, you’ll have to take it easy for now as your stomach is still irritated. Let me know immediately if you feel woozy or nauseous for any reason-” He prattles on and on, and though you’ve stopped paying attention you can still feel the softness in his tone

He tries to be gentle with you, and you have to remind him that you were just poisoned, not bedridden for months. Sometimes he’ll shoot you a glare and try to justify himself by saying it’s just like you to make another foolish mistake, but others he just won’t say anything and will keep the hand he has placed on your lower back “for safety”

Firmly believes in establishing as many preventative measures to keep this from happening again, so the next few weeks are going to be....a lot.

Sets up an alarm so he can remind you every lunch not to pick any of the “not safe for humans” options. Probably also gets you a seat in a class that goes over poisonous plants in the Devildom. 

Do not try to skip this. It’s easier for everyone if you just let him ease his mind how he likes.

When you start coughing:

At first, Mammon assumes that you just heard the joke he made and (naturally) started laughing so hard your weird little human body couldn’t take it

So essentially, you start choking and he starts laughing at you thinking you’re laughing together

That all stops the moment you fall out of your chair and double over, suddenly dry heaving on the floor.

He sort of short-circuits for a second, not entirely sure what to do until one of the more knowledgeable brothers stoops down beside you

They tell him to just keep your airways clear and make sure you’re still breathing while they go to get the elixir they need, and he does. It’s one of the few times they see him so serious - he just doesn’t want to mess up, so he doesn’t focus on any of their comments or bite back

(”Gee, Mammon’s actually stepping up for once” “Yeah, too bad he was the one that poisoned them in the first place”) 

(Lucifer: he WHAT)

Taking care of you afterwards:

Mammon is usually the first thing you see in the morning, so that doesn’t come as a surprise. What does surprise you is how quiet he’s being. 

When you sit up and groggily ask, “Is something wrong?” (barely getting the words through your swollen lips) he is torn between trying to say something smooth (”N-not now that you’re okay!! not that i care....”) or calling you a dumb human. So instead he just stares at you

Eventually you can get it out of him what happened, and it explains why your face feels like it had been burned and your stomach feels gross

Mammon says he’s going to come up with a surefire way to protect you so nothing like this ever happens again, but his version of protecting you is sticking by your side 24/7 and he already does that so?

You’re the one that’s going to have to take the lead. Make a list of common ingredients that are SUPER deadly to humans and make sure you both have one for reference

Soon enough, though, he figures out how he can help you without your guidance and you catch him pointing out what’s safe without you having to ask

He follows you to the lunch line and examines the clear plastic boxes until he can point out a few human-safe options. He’ll bend to whisper in your ear in line at some fast-food joint. If you’re not sure, he’ll be the first to ask before you even remember that’s something you should be doing anyway.

He’ll even try to make dishes he thinks you’ll like without the poisonous ingredient! Sometimes it takes a few tries but if he wants you to try something with him, he WILL make it himself

When it comes to you, Mammon really will give you the best care he can. Sometimes he just needs that extra push to think things through.

(And if this wasn’t a push. a hard shove. over a cliff. into shark infested waters)

(don’t do this again, mc. his demon heart can’t take it)

When you start coughing:

Levi has never mentioned how his brother don’t normally speak much to him at dinner and he’s just learned to be highly attuned to you. He notices a lot of little things you do, and is normally the first to realize when you’re choking or something.

That’s why, when you start coughing this time, he is the first one to panic. He knows that that isn’t a normal cough, he just doesn’t know what to do about it.

He looks down at his plate and realizes what’s on it, something he cries out right when you fall to the ground, clutching your stomach. You’re on the other side of the table and his brothers are already crowding around you, so Levi doesn’t get to see the blood and can only hear your coughing.

When your coughing gets weaker as you faint, he freaks. the. fuck. out. Did you die?? Even as he tries to look over his brother’s shoulders, he can’t get a good grasp of what happened until somebody tells him.

(It doesn’t matter much though. He’s still stuck in a loop of wondering what he could’ve done if he had gotten to dinner sooner, if he had managed to score a coveted seat next to you, if he had just looked at his plate or offered to take over for Mammon...)

Taking care of you afterwards:

You wake up in your bed and Lucifer is the one who comes in, asking you how you feel and if you’re up to classes to die. 

Being poisoned sure does take a lot out of you, so you ask to stay. Lucifer gives a quick nod and warns you not to shirk your duties, wishing you a fast recovery and letting you know that (human safe) food has been set aside specifically for you.

You doze off soon after (hey, a sick day may as well be spent sleeping in, right?) and when you wake up, somebody else is there, looking at you with inquisitive orange eyes and nearly scaring you half to death.

When you scream, he screams, backing up into your dresser and knocking some of the things off of it. 

“I-I’m sorry-! I was just- told to check up on you- just in c-case....I’ll leave now!”

Boy’s gonna make you chase after him when you’re basically sick smh

If you go to his room and demand to be let in, he will - and he’ll let you stay under the guise of “well if you have to check on me every hour it’ll be less of a hassle if I just stay here...”

You won’t be able to get him to say he feels guilty for letting this happen, but when you pick up on the signs ensure him that he’s doing fine taking care of you. HIs cool room helps soothe your mouth (which is still a little irritated), and you’re honored he has an alarm set to check up on you

You know he’s feeling better about it all when an alarm goes off and he just asks “Hey you good?” and he chuckles a little bit when you respond “Hold on I gotta check my own pulse....... yeah i think i’m good”

Overall he is worried but he doesn’t know how to communicate it? So it’s a lot of quick, worried glances and double checking nutrition facts on packages before he hands them to you.

He kind of leaves you to your own devices, but he does send you worried glances every now and then until you’re recovered. He also makes it a point, when Mammon’s on dinner duty, to tell him exactly how he prepared the meal, though you don’t know if it’s for your sake or just to bother him. Probably both.

When you start coughing:

Satan has taken to leaving his books in his room for most dinner and talks to you in their place, so he notices what’s in the dish pretty quickly.

However, the second step of realizing what it could do to a human doesn’t quite hit him until you’re already on your second bite.

He reaches out to grab your wrist anyway, watching you cough while also staring at him in confusion. As he watches your face redden and your mouth swell, you take your wrist from his grasp and cover your mouth with your hand.

He’s the one who knows what to do, so he appoints someone to keep and eye on you while he runs (yes, runs, but he’ll act all cool about it if his brothers bring it up later) to his room to get some potion that’ll (hopefully) negate the effects

(Don’t let him hear me say this but) he’s similar to Lucifer in that he’s very level-headed when it happens - somebody needs to be focused on the cure when some of his more dramatic brothers are screaming (looking at you, Mammon and Asmo)

Taking care of you afterwards:

Satan might be the best at taking care of you, but he’s probably also the least fun.

Once he realized a while ago how fragile a human could be (and that he was interested in actually keeping you alive rather than just watching how long it takes for something to hurt you), he put in an effort to read up on how to help a poisoned human in the Devildom.

He knows how you must be feeling, and he offers you soothing teas or even a (human safe!) numbing lip balm to help you out.

(He finds great pleasure in how ridiculous you look, now that the danger’s passed - though he won’t tell you outright, you can tell it by the amused grin he isn’t even trying to hide)

Don’t be surprised if you catch him eyeing your plates of food for a while after the incident, and any time you catch him in the act he’ll look at you, take a drink out of the nearest cup and lift his eyebrows in a weird little acknowledgment that he’s been caught before saying “It looks tasty.”

Overall, he’s the standard amount of worried? Even though he will take every opportunity to tease you about how you looked afterwards or how feeble you are to be taken down by something so small (jokingly), he won’t ever get out of the habit of double checking your food to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

When you start coughing:

Asmodeus eyes you warily when you start coughing, but continues with his entertaining until you hit the ground.

He’s by your side in an instant, hands hovering over you as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself (he doesn’t).

He doesn’t remember calling for Satan, but Satan is the one who kneels by you, so maybe he does? His focus is on you and deciding on something he can do to help.

This ends up shielding your face, puffy and a mess from your tears and retching, from the others who are all peering over at you in concern. He knows it’s not the most pressing detail, but he figures that maybe he can preserve your dignity a little bit, no?

He follows the action with his hands covering his mouth nervously, watching as they have to force a potion down your throat now that you’re unconscious. He’s allowed to stay by you once they determine that you’re safe since he normally doesn’t cause too much of a fuss - not when he looks as pale and miserable as he does now, anyway.

Taking care of you afterwards:

He’s not too experienced in the healthcare field, but boy does he know self care! He knows how to get your skin feeling less gross after the rather...irritable reaction it had and the best way to rest is if you feel totally physically relaxed, right?

For a while, if your stomach still feels like it’s churning or you’re otherwise unfocused, he’s the first to defend you from anybody who thinks you’re overreacting. 

Also makes sure nobody outside of the house knows how...unsightly of an ordeal it was. He isn’t shaming you internally or anything, but he’d loathe to have such an unpretty picture in people’s heads when you’ve been nothing but showstopping the whole time beforehand!

Will make sure to grab a seat across from you juuust before you take a bite for a while. It doesn’t matter if he’s across the room in the middle of a story or if you’re at a cafe with someone else and he’s still home. You’ll find him sliding in wordlessly to the seat across from you and watching you intently, making sure you’re eating something that isn’t going to burn you from the inside out.

Has multiple websites bookmarked on his D.D.D. that tell him what is poisonous to you and makes sure YOU are aware of what you’re putting inside your body before you eat it. He seems to genuinely think you’ll forget to save yourself from such a life-threatening situation, but the pout he gives you when you try to get him to stop is enough to convince you to live with it.

When you start coughing:

When you start coughing, he reaches over and starts patting your back absently in the way that usually helps.

He notices the way you grasp onto the table in an attempt to keep yourself up, coughing into your other hand as it gets worse by the second. When you almost slip off, he reaches out to catch you before you hit to floor

Is ready to do the Heimlich when one of his brothers stops him because 1) he’d probably snap you in half, and 2) that’s not what’s happening

He watches blankly as Satan approaches him, laying you down gently as instructed. That’s probably worse, watching you writhe on the floor like that.

He’s the one instructed to help hold you down so they can feed you the potion cure. He wants to hold your hand but it’s covered in blood, and he doesn’t want to risk loosening his grip on you and you somehow spilling it.

Taking care of you afterwards:

He’s the one most shaken up about the whole ordeal, I’d think? While the others are definitely worried he’s the one that has the BIGGEST problem with the feeling of helplessness so I think it would bring back some memories

He definitely keeps a watchful eye over you until you can tell him coherently that you’re okay, and even then he’s still treating you like porcelain for a short while

He can’t help it! Any time he’s reminded of just how frail you can be (and how unexpectedly something horrible can happen) he just...needs a few gentle moments to collect his thoughts.

Does NOT want you even looking at anything that has that plant in it (or anything else poisonous for that matter). Will straight up eat an entire dish from the pan if you give it a glance that he thinks means you’re thinking about eating it. He can usually get away with it since that’s similar to what he already does, but every now and then you see the look in his eyes and wonder if there’s something more to it

He’ll warn you in the future if he knows something is poisonous, but if you’re trying something new he’ll automatically ask you “Can you eat that?” If he doesn’t know, he can at least remind you to check for yourself.

When you start coughing:

Very few things can snap Belphegor out of a drowsy dinner stupor. You suddenly falling on the floor and coughing your insides out is one of the things that can.

If his brothers weren’t so concerned with you, they’d have a few quips about how quickly he startled awake

The first thing he does is dart his eyes back to the table, where he quickly realizes that they just inadvertently poisoned you. When he turns back, it seems the others have already come to that conclusion and someone is running off to help you

He knows that he doesn’t have much to offer in terms of help, but he will tear somebody (Mammon) away from you and kneel next to Beel.

He keeps himself under control by comforting Beel as he holds you down. 

There’s definitely a sick feeling in his stomach, something familiar about you lying on the floor and bleeding that he doesn’t like. He pretends to be averting his eyes at the sight of them forcing a potion down your throat and not some regrettable memory.

Taking care of you afterwards:

You wake up and Belphie is curled up next to you in your bed. Nobody else is in the house and it’s 3 PM. You feel gross and you can’t reach your phone to actually confirm what time it is and you have no idea what the fuck is going on until he wakes up

Which he does, after you poke and prod him enough and he’s very grumpy about it

“yeesh, you get poisoned and suddenly you think you’re the princess of the devildom”

“I get WHAT”

Definitely is planning to get Mammon back tenfold

He tries to act nonchalant about it but he does keep waking up ever few hours and lifts his head to like. check that you’re good for the first day or so. 

Sometimes he gets this sad look in his eyes and you have to smooth his hair back and reassure him that everything’s okay. It works a little but if he thinks he can trick you by pretending to sleep and then steal a few moments where he can Brood on his own while STILL cuddled up next to you, he will.

Suddenly takes an interest in what you’re eating. Every day. Every meal. 

He doesn’t go to check on you but he does text you a few minutes before lunch or if you’re getting dinner somewhere other than the house “What are you planning on eating?”

Gets real huffy if you don’t give him a straight answer. Usually will respond with a “Whatever don’t get yourself almost killed again”

If you decide to get cheeky and answer “Probably straight poison, like right out of the mysterious bottle with a skull on it” he will just say “ugh, sounds like you. have fun.”

“...”

“...”

“...seriously, don’t do that mc.”

he sets alarms to wake up so he can make sure you don’t ingest literal poison be a little nice to him please

[cas-kingdom]

Name Game

A/N: In an attempt to tick off some boxes in the ‘fic ideas’ department, I wrote this little thing. Set after the last episode. I also used Akela’s version instead of reader due to the need for her & Ciri to have similar features.

Based on a suggestion by an anon (which I unfortunately can’t find) so thank you!

Title: Name Game

Summary: Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldn’t have.

Words: 1388

Geralt was quite surprised at the fact they’d made it almost twenty-four hours without any major incident befalling him or the girls. Sure, they hadn’t said a single word to each other, and he’d caught Akela sending curious glances Ciri’s way more than once, but at least she hadn’t tried to bury her outside while he wasn’t looking.

As for the princess, she was quiet for reasons beside the obvious ones. Perhaps she could sense Akela’s energy. He certainly could. He doubted the old couple whose farm they were still staying at were immune to the coldness radiating from her either. If anyone were to tell him a few weeks ago that she would be this bad, he wouldn’t have believed them.

He and Akela had set up their beds outside, close to the edge of the woods, a pitiful attempt on his part to show her their life would still be as it had been before Ciri. Ciri slept inside, likely on a warm bed, and he’d wondered a couple times how she’d fare outside. She’d had to get used to sleeping and living in the wild for at least the past week since Cintra’s fall. Hopefully she didn’t think that was going to change and they’d be resting at inns for the rest of their lives. 

Rest of their lives. That sounded way too ominous.

They ate dinner together, though. That was the least they could do to repay the old man and his wife. If it was just him and Akela, they’d have been out and on the road the moment he felt any type of ‘better’ again, but the princess had been through a lot, and he figured some rest was deserved before she left the comfort of four walls and a roof. She seemed to like the old man’s wife. Maybe she reminded her of someone from Cintra. He wouldn’t know. He found himself thinking about her a lot, wondering if he should ask her questions, but no words ever seemed to move further than his lips.

“Tell us, Mr. Witcher.” Geralt lifted his eyes from his bowl of soup to look at the old man. “Are the stories true? You found your daughter in the woods?”

He rolled his shoulders back a little. Damn stories. Damn bard. “Yes,” he said, “in a basket.” He glanced at Akela, sat by the fire, her empty bowl beside her.

The woman’s eyes lit up. “And you decided to keep her?”

“Not at first.”

“What changed?”

Geralt, unsurprisingly, wasn’t one for conversations like this, and he would have said exactly that had he not seen the intrigued look on Ciri’s face. Humming, he absently twirled his spoon in the soup. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “Suppose the idea of a little maid appealed to me.” They both laughed and Ciri smiled. He looked to Akela, hoping she’d be the same. She hadn’t changed position. He leant over and picked up her bowl, putting it under his.

“I’ll wash these,” he said monotonously as he stood to his feet, ignoring the thanks as he took the other bowls. He let his shoulders slacken once he’d moved to another room, dropping the bowls into a basin of water. The sooner they could get out of here, the better. The old couple were kind, yes, whatever that meant, but seemingly unable to fully process that he was a witcher, and witchers didn’t stick around for conversations around a fire and a warm bowl of soup. And they definitely didn’t wash up after people, either. He’d simply felt the need to find a moment’s peace for himself. Akela was probably cursing him for leaving her alone in there.

He spent a minute in silence, staring at the water. His whole body still felt weak, and his leg aches. He needed to get back below the forest trees.

Sucking in a deep breath, he flexed his fingers and turned to walk back into the main room. Akela was standing by the fire. “Akela,” he said, “let’s head out for the night.”

The moment the blonde turned around, regret hit him like a sack of rocks.

He noticed Akela just walking in from outside. She stopped and stared straight at him.

He gritted his teeth. Ciri, who stood by the fire, stared at him in confusion.

There was a moment’s silence that felt like an absolute age. Even the elderly couple seemed to be frozen.

“That’s Ciri,” Akela said finally, unamused and clearly hurt. She looked at Ciri, who was wringing her hands now, walking tentatively back to sit beside the woman. Wisely, she seemed to have decided on the title of innocent bystander. He wished he could do the same.

He heaved a sigh and threw his hands up in surrender. “So, strike me down.” He turned to the couple. “Thank you for the meal.” He nodded at Ciri. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Geralt headed for the door and followed Akela out. It was completely dark now, stars dotting the midnight sky, a light breeze flitting around his face.

“Does she really look that much like me?”

“She had her back to me. You both have blonde hair. It was a mistake. Don’t be a bitch.”

“I’m not a bitch!” He was walking faster now, destination in sight, Akela hurrying after him. “She’s shorter than me, wearing completely different clothes! She looks nothing like me!”

He shut his eyes against the oncoming headache. “And I am tired, in a shit ton of pain, and fed up. All I saw was the blonde hair. We’re not doing this, Akela, not tonight.”

There was a moment of silence, and he thought she’d finally complied, but apparently not.

“Are you going to call me Ciri next?”

The witcher stopped so suddenly a puff of smoke could have emanated from his heels. He turned and glared at Akela. “I said we are not doing this,” he ground out, amber eyes flashing. “Yes, I thought the princess was you, no, I did not do it on purpose. Do I care? Fucking simply, Akela, no, I don’t. We have far more things to be worried about. Get your head on straight before I regretfully cut it off.” He stormed off then, leaving the girl standing a little stunned. He felt a pounding in his chest, hands balled into fists by his sides. And then he stopped, blinked a little, and dropped his eyes to the ground. Damn, damn, damn.

He turned. Akela was still in the same position, staring dejectedly at nothing. Today seemed to be a day for regret. He’d thought the brunt of this hatred for the princess would be over after the discussions they’d had, but after each one, she seemed to spiral back to the beginning. He wondered if it would ever stick.

He walked back towards her, and she was in his arms within ten seconds. “You have to stop this,” he said quietly. “It was an accident. It meant nothing.”

Akela nodded against him. “Seems like an omen,” she whispered. She felt his hand go to the back of her head and shut her eyes, relaxing in his hold. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean to, I… I just can’t stop thinking the worst.”

“You never can.” He felt a twinge in his leg and winced, shifting uncomfortably.

Akela drew back. “Should I make you more of that medicine? The one Yennefer made for me once?”

The mention of Yennefer caused a twinge somewhere else, but he didn’t comment on it. “Alright.” She went to walk away but he grasped her arm before she could. “I didn’t mean to—”

Akela stopped him before he could continue, noticing the shame on his face that perfectly mirrored her own. “No, don’t be stupid. I was being a bitch.” She knew he was still in pain—he’d almost died the other day—and she knew he was exhausted. She hated herself for making it worse. “Though I hope you weren’t serious about cutting my head off.”

Geralt hummed. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”

She smiled. “I’ll make the medicine,” she said, walking towards the camp. That was as far as they’d get on the Ciri situation today. Perhaps tomorrow. “Go and sit down… Jaskier.”

The witcher’s lips curved upwards. Touché.

Witcher Masterpost

[gale-gentlepenguin]

What if Su-Han mentored Marinette and Adrien instead of Fu?

This one is a bit tricky but okay.

-After Fu's sentimonster went out of control. Su Han was barely able to escape with the miracle box.

-He however did not despair. He was the Celestial Guardian! He would find a way to defeat this sentimonster gone rogue.

-Because Fu survived 180 years and only looks in is 70's. I would say he likely used the miraculous a lot and it slowed down his aging.

-Su-han already looks pretty old. (maybe in his 40' or 50's) and was likely only this young now because when feast was defeated his order was freed. But lets say because magic. Su han is still alive.

-But he is hella decrepit. These decades he continued his duty of watching over the miracle box. Handing it out to responsible adults. But he learned as the years went by... most of them sucked.

-Su-han realized that the traditions he had enforced have started to become limiting.

-So when the butterfly miraculous activates, Su han new he needed to spring into action... But he was SUPER old now. so that wasnt going to work.

-He would need to find someone to wield the ladybug miraculous. And since Su han is all about balance. He would likely have the cat miraculous out to.

-Because the show is miraculous ladybug, Su han (while knowing what he was about to do would go against his rules) he handed the miraculous to the only two who passed his tests. Marinette and Adrien.

-Su Han, not being as secretive as Fu, didnt bother telling Tikki and Plagg to hide the fact that he knew them. In fact, he would want to teach them both. The miraculous were incredible tools, and he wasnt just going to hand them off to children and leave them to their own devices. He was going to train them!

-So After the events of Origins... Plagg and Tikki took their holders to meet Su han. He instructed them to detransform.

-"Wait... but shouldnt our identities be secret?"

-"From eachother? You are fighting akuma together. You should know where the other is."

-"But what if one of us gets akumatized"

-"I will teach you how to prevent that from happening"

-Chat noir and Ladybug really had no argument against it. And complied. They were both very surprised by the person underneath.

-Su-han stated that they have been given the highest honor, serving as miraculous wielders, and he will show them how to use the miraculous correctly, and how to fight.

-Ladybug and Chat noir were both MUCH more combat efficient in this situation. With training that was meant on dealing with rogue miraculous wielders, and knowing who the other was, they would be.

-Honestly a lot of the plot points would be streamlined and Adrien and Marinette would like eachother so... they likely got together

-Most of the season one akuma would be the same. Tikki getting sick wouldnt be a big deal.

-And with their advanced fighting experience, they probably could have beaten Hawkmoth/scarlet moth on their own and took his miraculous.

-And that would lead to the team exploring the house and finding the broken peacock, as well as Emilie in the coffin.

-Mission accomplished, Su han would take the ladybug and Cat miraculous back, Thanking the two for their work.

-And with Gabriel bested, feast would stay dormant in that statue. So the guardians wouldnt be returned. Su-han probably would die of old age sooner or later. Maybe founding a new guardian order. He was the main guy in charge. He could probably start it from scratch again. Maybe he even had an apprentice already.

[sh3llysh00]

Hetalia headcanon one-shot, but it's angsty and sad and probably not accurate at all :) Though, it is based on a real scene in the show, the one where Alfred is going through his old storage closet

Alfred is my comfort character, so of course I must project my insecurities onto him <3

.....

When England ever came to visit America once in a blue moon, he always brought some gift with him. If it was to make up for the guilt he felt for not coming more often, it wasn't hidden very well. It didn't make Alfred feel any better either. He didn't want expensive gifts to make up for it, he wanted Arthur here spending time with him. His big brother always had an excuse to not come. It was always "busy","work","other errands to attend to". Were those errands more important than America? Of course he knew England had important things to do, he wasn't a complete idiot, despite what everyone thought of him. He just hated being alone.

Of course, Arthur returned yet again, after a few years of absence. Alfred was already making up guesses in his head of what it could be. He was surprised when England greeted him with a very nicely wrapped box. It looked extravagant and pricey. He'd go as far as to say it looks like something only the royal family would receive as a gift.

Arthur smiled as his little brother took it from his hands. "I've been meaning to get something like this for you for a while now. I apologize for not giving it sooner, but I was busy." Alfred frowned, thinking 'instead of apologizing, you could just be here.'

Nonetheless, he smiled as he held the black sleek box in his hands, and removed the top of the package. In front of him was a very prestine looking suit and bowtie, fit for a wealthy man. His eyebrows furrowed as he placed the box down and took the suit out, holding it in front of his torso.

"Hey, what's with the suit?" He asked, honestly confused on why THIS was the gift he was already waiting for all these years. Just like every visit before that, complete with a gift. But never a suit. He already had plenty of clothes, even some pretty nice suits! Why did he need a new one? "It looks expensive.. too bad. I'll never wear it." He said with his soft teenage voice.

Arthur took a step forward to prove his point, "you should. Dressing like a pauper isn't in fashion. I refuse to be seen with you if you're not dressed properly." He said firmly and matter of factly, as if it was common knowledge. It honestly hurt. Was England that ashamed of him? He didn't even want to be around him unless Alfred fit his image?

America frowned at the thought. It couldn't be true. He was just thinking too much about it. He should be grateful for every gift Arthur gave him. Why was he so ungrateful? "So what's the matter? I think the way I dress is perfectly acceptable!" He complained. He wasn't poor, he dressed himself perfectly fine, right?

England groaned and rubbed his temple, making America flinch and step back. Arthur always made that face when he was disappointed or frustrated with him. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? "Just go put it on, please? I paid a lot of money for that, and I'd at least like to see how it looks on you."

Alfred sighed and went to his room to change into the suit. He looked around the familiar room, far away objects of course having a blurry edge to them, harder to see the farther away they were. He needed glasses.

The American came back out of the room and stood in front of the mirror, grunting as he pulled at the jacket gently. It didn't look like him at all, he-

"See? Dressed like that, it's hard to believe you're the same person!" Arthur said from behind him, almost enthusiastically. It was as if England was trying to make him a completely different person, and that it was a good thing. It was a good thing. Alfred believed England knew what he was doing, and should accept his judgment without question. Arthur was his big brother, and always had the best interests for him.

So why did it hurt so much?

"Sure. But it isn't comfortable. I guess I'll just where it on special occasions then." Alfred said with a smile, turning to his brother to see him grinning as well as he looked at his suit. Not smiling at him. Smiling at the suit.

America felt like they couldn't do anything that wasn't criticized or judged. It always needed to be approved by England. Of course if it was England's decision, it didn't need a second opinion. No consent, no representation.

Just another reason to leave the empire.

Alfred clutched the old dusty suit in his hands, tears gathering up in his eyes as he sat in his dark closet. He grunted and threw it on the grounded, stomping out of the room with a huff. He should do this another time. Another day he'll get to it and throw all that junk out.

But of course, he never did clean out the closet. Americans have always been lazy procrastinators.