#in that way but uh. Unsure about the execution

[astranauticus]

inspired by this post by tumblr user @orphiclovers. the lines are direct quotes from the novel but the scene itself isnt a redraw of any specific novel scene, i just really wanted to draw black coat 1863 x white coat 1864 HSY lol

[n3ptoonz]

May I request headcanons of the MK1 Earthrealm Champions watching the reader practicing a dance she choreographed herself in a dance studio?

If you need music for the vibe of her dance, I got you:

sure can!

mk1 hcs: earthrealm champions with a choreographer girlfriend

no warnings, pre-blind kenshi, lowkey self indulgent as a dancer myself hehehe

Raiden

loves to just sit and watch you work. the intense focus on your face as you start and stop again when you change your mind or try to rework a move was so fascinating to him

when he watches you dance he sometimes relates it to how he trains. he finds similarities and differences when it comes to doing something properly or fixing an error

once he sees you fully get everything right and the way you wanted it to be executed, he's so proud of you. weeks, sometimes a month's work finally paying off had him grinning ear to ear FOR you. if you look close enough in the mirror, you might even see him doing some of the moves very slightly in his seat

Kung Lao

is so excited that you let him sit in and watch you. surprisingly he wasn't so distracting even while loudly hyping you up over the music, it really just fueled you more

dude thinks he's on the team, expect him to be like "wait isn't it this?" every 15 minutes. it takes one good glare to get him to shut it up 😭 but now he just hesitantly raises his hand like a scolded child when he wants to help

little did you know every time he went back home, he lowkey couldn't stop memorizing some of your moves. even the ones he suggested/helped correct. so when you fully go over it he's in the corner halfway in sync but still determined to do what you do since he admires your determination to be the best you can be. just like him!

Kenshi Takahashi

with how intensely focused he is watching you, you'd think you're boring him, but it's quite the opposite. he's so captivated and drawn in by how your body moves so cohesively. if you felt unsure about this and asked him what he thought so far, without thinking he's just like "you look amazing" but was that really the question? 🤔

i have a hc that he's only good at slow dancing and/or traditional dancing but otherwise the man's got two left feet. so he wouldn't be dancing along, but most definitely singing along. in and outside of your studio. like you'd be out at lunch and he's humming the entire song w/o realizing

when it's all done he cannot wait to see the full thing. i'm talking like his hands are clasped together and he has a full grin on his face, and when you start it melts right back into intense focus. anybody outside looking in would easily think he's hypnotized (he definitely is)

Johnny Cage

silly goose, did you think he wasn't gonna join you?? he simply cannot sit and watch you be cool as fuck. he could also use some pointers anyway. and he might wanna include something like this in a film (he definitely wants to)

he's more focused than you are. he actually contributed one and a half some moves himself! all the dramatics you could possibly imagine him doing, he's doing exactly that. "1 and 2 and- POW! Uh!" like okay chronic theatre kid syndrome is in full effect!

you have to try to manage to outshine HIM once it's all finished. he's been going full out since you were still figuring out the first eight count. he'd be dancing circles around you if you weren't such a professional, otherwise...let's just say does hollywood even need a newest star?!

[sulumuns-dootah]

25.12. Satan - Letter to Santa (18+)

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A/N: We've finally made it to the kings! Two kings a day and a smut for each. This is my special treat for ya'll! ^^

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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'Y/N, can you come see me in my room? It's about your letter.' a message from Satan pops up on your phone and the blood in your veins runs cold. Not that letter. The letter that you wrote while shitfaced thanks to Paimon taking you out for a girls' night. The one that you thought was funny to address to Satan instead of Santa. Or at least you thought in that state that it was funny. The letter that you thought was somehow destroyed after you wrote it, but don't remember that happening due to your blackout.

So the letter made its way to him. This probably wouldn't be as horrifying if you actually remembered what you wrote in it. Or maybe worse. Either way he's read it and now you're considering surrendering yourself to angels. Angelification can't hurt worse than the embarrassment of facing Satan after he's found out your inner fantasies about him. What if they're too much even for him? Will you be cast out into Abaddon for being too kinky?

The whole walk to Satan's room is like being led to execution. It will most likely be like one too. The demons you meet along the way look indifferent.

Finally you arrive tot he doors into Satan's bedroom. You reach out for the handle but before actually making a contact with it, your hand stops. You're unsure. Maybe you can still run away to Paradise Lost and change your name. He surely won't be able to find you there.

“Oh for fucks sake, just come in. I'm not gonna bite your head off.” a voice from the other side booms. He knows you're here. So there is no way out of this other than to go forward. You take a deep breath and open the door.

Satan is sitting on his bed with the letter opened beside him. When his eyes land on you he's immediately sporting his smirk. So far so good. His legs are slightly spread apart. Definitely intimidating at all.

“So what did you want?” you meekly ask, not moving away from the door that's now closed even though you don't remember closing them.

“Yeah, about that. Come sit.” he pats one of his thick thighs and spreads his legs even further apart. A growls leaves him when you don't immediately respond to his request and he's quick to close the distance. Picking you up he returns to the bed and sets you on his thigh.

“Now, where were we?” he reaches for the letter next to him and holds it up with one hand while the other is around your waist as to ensure you don't run away. The letter is even worse than you've imagined. Your writing is messy and some of the words are just scribbles. There are also some lipstick kisses. You don't even remember wearing lipstick that night a all.

“So in your letter you wrote some interesting things-”

“Satan, I was drunk. Paimon took me out drinking and I must've drank way too much.” you cut him off, hoping to make him go easier on you.

“Oh, so you don't mean any of these things, then? Or did the alcohol only help you loosen up to admit to these fantasies?” his red eyes are mischievously glowing at you.

“It uh...” you don't want to admit, that it's the other option and you did want to do things with Satan. Why are you even so anxious? Knowing him he'd most likely be down. Coem to think of it, you've never seen him turn down steamy offers from other demons.

“Aw, too shy? Here, let me help you.” Satan chuckles and throws the letter to his side. His now free hand quickly grasps your thigh and makes you straddle his lap. You heart starts beating in your chest as well as somewhere else.

“W-what are you doing?” you squeak out and slightly instinctively wiggle your hips.

“I'm only doing what you've told me you want to do in your letter. Do you want me to read it out loud to refresh your mind?” he says holding your chin in his hand while the other moves who knows where.

“I... You don't mind it?” you whisper, being well aware your face must be red.

“No, in fact was about to jerk off to the scenario, but I figured you'd like to partake too. It's your fantasy, afterall. ” he shrugs and chuckles. His words go straight to your clit at this point.

You blink a bit to fully process what has just happened and Satan uses this as an opportunity to attack your neck with bites and kisses. The way his sharp fangs graze your neck make you dizzy and so you try to anchor yourself in his hair by tangling your hands in it. Soon enough your hands are near the base of his horns and you can't help but to tug on the hair around it, which makes him growl and grow inside his pants.

Your hips automatically start grinding down on him and he responds with small thrusts to meet you. His head rises from your neck and you can see how flushed he is. You tug his hair harder to tilt his face up and he moans only to be silenced by your lips. The hands which were previously on your hips now work on undoing your clothes.

You top is the first to go and you try to make him equal by undoing the zipper on his overall and taking off his t-shirt. His muscles are so perfectly sculpted underneath and now they're flexing underneath your touch and only for you. You can't help but scratch his pecks to mark them as yours and Satan moans in response. The red marks seem to get only redder and redder by the second.

“Nngh.. I can't wait anymore..” Satan growls and tears your pants clean off alongside your underwear. He's breathing heavily as he's sheds the sleeves of his overall and pushes it low enough to be able to free his cock. The shape and color of it is just so enticing. You're quick to position yourself and have it enter you. This has to be the best dick you've had and he's only pushed inside.

As if Satan can feel your excitement, he starts slamming you onto him with barely any work from your side. His hands envelop your waist and hold you close so he can bury his face in your tits and leave lovebites all over them.

Reaching back to your anchoring point, you return your hands into his hair around the base. This time you also dare to stroke the base itself, which makes Satan dig his claws into your body, giving you the most pleasant pain you've ever experienced.

Satan bites and sucks one of your nipples, making you squeal. If he wants to play like that, then why not. You reach higher from the base of his horns higher and start slowly stroking them. This causes Satan to howl and start slamming you onto him with even more force and at faster speed.

Neither of you are able to last longer with the others actions and so the two of you come almost simultaneously from the pain and pleasure. After a short while of the both of you catching your breaths Satan speaks up with a slight chuckle: “Now, about the other fantasies you've mentioned in your letter...”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"Seeing how much you enjoy pain from me, maybe we should experiment and maybe I'll let you use it on me, hm?"

[tiredlilguy]

Two... Night Stand?

a/n: uh... i had a rush of adrenaline and I realized i haven't written for oda yet in a full fic... this is almost 4k words. for context: i was listening to "bad idea right?" by olivia rodrigo. enjoy :D [this is on A03]

pairing: Oda Sakunosuke X Mafia Exec!GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (DNI if you are a minor. you will be blocked), possibly ooc, half-proofread, SB spoilers (just a character) desc: (takes place after the dragon head conflict, before dark era) it's been a couple weeks since you and your boyfriend have broken up. however, ever since then, you've been texting him back and forth ever since then. he moved into a new apartment and invited you over. ;)

You were currently in the middle of a job, when your phone vibrated from your side pocket. You were near to done and so you just let your fellow subordinates and coworkers handle it. You traveled out of the makeshift war zone with a bloody metal bat over your shoulder as you picked out your phone from your side pocket. Usually, you weren’t one to answer texts, especially in the middle of a job, but recently you’ve been really antsy the past couple of weeks…

That mean reason being your ex-boyfriend.

It’d only been a couple of weeks since you’ve both broken up, and you’ve been nothing but anxious.

Most of your time during work was spent reading over a file and then every few minutes or so checking your phone.

You had wanted him to answer you… for some reason, despite you both breaking up.

Every now and then you’d text him, and he’d text back, but the last two days (in counting) you haven’t heard back from him.

To say the least, this breakup wasn’t doing you any justice and the moment you heard the vibrations from your phone, you walked out. However, being a respected executive, no one would really bat an eye, less look at your direction. Needless to say, you picked up your phone, leaning against the wall and placing your bat aside.

Odasaku: Hey, sorry I haven’t been texting, I’ve been busy. I moved into a new place.

Odasaku: [attached: 1 pin]

Odasku: Here’s my new address. You should come by tonight. I managed to clean up the place.

You blushed at his invitation, swiping a lock of hair behind your ear. You quickly texted him back.

(Y/N): Yeah! Sure, sounds good! I’m off at 5.

Odasaku: Great. I’ll leave the door unlocked. :)

“ Oi! (Y/N)!!!,” a fellow redhead let out a loud exasperated sigh,” The hell are you doing running out like that?”

“ He texted me,” you responded.

“ No way,” Chuuya’s tone turned serious as he quickly gathered next to you, peaking over your shoulder. He was silent for a second as he read the line of messages. “ Did you say ‘yes’?!,” he yelled out as he pointed at your reply back. You leaned away, as he was practically yelling in your ear.

“ Y-yeah…,” you shuttered, hiding into yourself” Listen! It’s fine! We’re just going to hang out for a bit. Nothing more…”

“ (Y/N), you know that ‘texting your ex’ means that you’re both going to hook up, right?,” Chuuya seemed rather unamused as he joined you, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“ It’s… not a bad… idea…?,” you sounded unsure as you continued on,” Yeah- Nothing bad, we’re just going to talk… like old friends.”

“ I do not believe you for one bit, (Y/N),” Chuuya replied sharply,” Are you kidding? That man was everything to you! I remember you practically sprinting out the door after executive meetings just because of him.”

“ We can be friends!,” you tried to convince Chuuya, but he seemed to not be taking any of it.

“ You’ve been texting each other ever since you broke up! He only stopped because he moved into a new place! He wants you to be the first one to be there!!!,” Chuuya was waving his arms about, pacing back and forth as he tried to point out the obvious to you.

“ You don’t know that,” you frowned,” Maybe he invited Dazai to see it first…”

“ Dazai’s been in Nagasaki…! For the past three days!!!,” he yelled back, before letting out another sigh, adjusting his hat,” You really stopped paying attention in the executive meetings, haven’t you?”

“ They’re boring! You know that too!,” you yelled back at him.

“ They are, but aren’t you supposed to be around Ane-san’s level of authority?!”

“ That’s Verlaine’s job! I’m doing like half of his goddamn work!”

“ Verlaine won’t leave the fucking basement!!!”

Chuuya let out another sigh, but this time, the tension seemed to leave his shoulders,” Anyways, regardless… If your head is full of rocks, he’s trying to hook up with you, idiot.” Before you could speak back, he placed a hand on your shoulder,” Don’t act like you’re not thinking that too! I just don’t like seeing you get hurt! It doesn’t look good on you…! Just tell him you have a change of plans.”

Normally anyone would feel a little bit upset at his words, but Chuuya’s intentions and what he was saying was right. He just had an awful habit of replacing that way that he cares with anger. You sighed,” Fine… I’ll tell him.”

“ Good. I mean- I don’t care!,” Chuuya crossed his arms,” Let’s go get ramen, I’m hungry!”

…

It was past lunch now and you were typing up a report on your computer. You hadn’t actually texted Oda… if at all. If anything, according to him, your plans were still on. As you were about to hit submit on a PDF, your phone rang again, and as if planned, you picked it up.

Odasaku: Don’t worry about bringing anything. I’ll take care of all of that, so you can just show up. How does 7 sound?

Yet again, you felt your heart beat fast… What did he mean by “bringing things”? Was he really going to hook up with you? Ah, fuck it, you thought.

(Y/N): I’ll be there!

“ (Y/N),” It was Chuuya… again,” Did you get that report so I can read over it?”

You quickly slammed your phone down,” Y-yup! I was just about to send it right now!”

You were hiding behind a pick monitor, so all Chuuya could see was your head from behind the large screen. However, it was pretty obvious to him that you were on your phone.

“ Have you been texting him?,” Chuuya frowned once more, leaning on one hip and crossing his arms.

“ Nope… All good. Mori called,” you made up a quick excuse, pressing down on your mouse to hit send.

“ I just saw Mori,” he raised a brow.

“ God! Stop being so good at figuring things out, Chuuya!!!,” you slammed your hands on your desk and stood up with an angry expression.

“ Hey, I’m just saying the facts here,” Chuuya sung,” I guess I can’t really tell you what to do, so here…”

Chuuya walked up to you, digging into his pocket to pull out his wallet. His fingers slipped in between the pockets and as he pulled them out, there was a condom in between his fingers. He handed it to you. A blush crept up on your face as you almost looked at it with disgust.

“ Hey, stop looking it like you’ve never seen one before,” Chuuya commented, shoving his hand more forwards for you to take it,” Take it.”

You did so, taking it front his hands and putting it in your front pocket,” I’m just surprised you have one… in your wallet.”

“ I just have it… just in case,” a blush also seemed to creep up on his face.

“ In case for what?,” you frowned.

Chuuya seemed not to answer you, as he quickly stammered out the door.

…

God this was such a bad idea…

Such a bad idea…

You really shouldn’t be here…

You were clutching the collar of your sweater nervously. You weren’t wearing anything different, though at least a little bit more casual. You had a white button up, tucked into some slacks and a black cardigan that was buttoned on top of that. It seemed casual, but underneath you made it a point to wear underwear that looked nice… and matched. Just as you were about to knock, Oda opened his door.

“ Oh- hey!,” you smiled shyly.

“ Sorry, my ability told me that you were here… I guess I’ve just been wanting to see you,” Oda greeted, running a hand through his hair. You missed his face… the deadpan expression that he always had, yet his eyes were always telling of what he was really feeling.

“ Yeah… I’ve missed you too,” you said, feeling happy that your feelings were being reciprocated. At least you weren’t the only one who was lying alone in bed, feeling lonely.

“ Come inside,” he opened the door wider for you to walk in. You looked around, seeing the nice fairy lights that were hung on the ceiling. They seemed to be the main source of light. The apartment was well furbished: instead of tatami, there was nice wooded flooring. The kitchen looked brand new, and most is not everything looked really clean. You looked over at a couch: there were two beer bottles there, though not pre-opened. Oda always made it a point to be respectful, and so you were thankful for that. You were glad this was all he meant by “bringing things”.

“ Sorry, it’s not much,” he sighed from behind you as you took your seat on the couch. He handed you a bottle opener and you corked open the bottle with a satisfying pop. He took a seat on the couch as well, across from you, but leaving distance.

“ No, don’t worry,” you reassured him,” This was pretty much all I was hoping for.”

Oda hummed, looking over at you with a rare smile. Although it wasn’t a very big smile, he usually never showed that to just anyone. You took a swig of your beer.

“ How’s work been?,” he spoke up.

“ It’s been good. Nothing too interesting I guess. You?”

“ Same as usual.”

It got quiet again, as the two of you were just watching whatever was going on the TV. Despite not talking, you didn’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. Maybe he just wanted to offer a calm space for you after work… nothing mo-

“ (Y/N)… ,” Oda’s voice seemed to boom in your ears, completely interrupting your thoughts. You turned over to see that he had scooted closer and was now leaning over you with a rather desperate expression. However, you let it happen as he leaned closer to you, his hot breathe fanning over your mouth.

“ I’ve missed you…,” he groaned. His beer was out of his hands, as his fingers gently traced past your arm to place yours on the coffee table. You leaned back, letting him do what he wanted.

“ I-I’ve… I’ve missed you too,” you responded shyly. Though, you couldn’t help but want to close the gap between the two of you, placing your lips gently on his. He returned the kiss, though not before letting out a groan in return. He kissed back passionately, taking in your scent as he leaned on top of you. You let out a moan as you felt his stubble scratch you. It was a familiar feeling, one that you often found comfort in, as you body started to relax.

Oda quickly pulled back, his face going red,” S-sorry… I’ve just been desperate.”

“ I’ve been desperate for you too,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in once again,” I mean… I’ve been checking my phone all the time. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“ You… have…?,” he asked, a little breathless. You nodded,” Yeah… Just kiss me already, Odasaku.”

He quickly smashed his lips into yours, a lot more rougher than before. His tongue prodded at your mouth, and you gladly let him intertwine his own with you. You couldn’t help but moan again, your hips bucking to meet his. He pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva coming from both of your mouths. He gently trailed kisses on your jaw to your neck. You whined, leaning your head back to give him more access to your neck.

“ F-fuck…,” you had felt overly sensitive after not being touched in a while. His kisses felt so soft… so warm as he started on your neck. He sucked in, earning a moan from you. You felt his lips curl into a soft grin as he pulled away slightly, prodding his nose to the other side of your neck,” Let me mark you up, baby.”

“ Please…!,” you whined as he sunk his teeth into the other side. His biting was harsh, yet he seemed to be please as he watched the mark bruise into your skin. He kept marking you up until you were a moaning mess. The heat between your thighs getting hotter. Oda gripped under your lower back, as he left another mark, your chest being pushed into his as he placed a leg in between yours. He’d left a couple more before sitting up.

“ Let’s move to the bedroom?,” he asked, looking at you as you nodded. “ Are you… ok with that?,” he asked, seemingly unsure. You nodded again, but he shook his head, silently asking for your spoken consent.

“ Yes, I consent to this, ‘Saku,” you smiled. He couldn’t tell if it was from the way you looked so beautiful in your disheveled state: shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, hair a mess and a red flush on your face, but he couldn’t help but feel himself want even more of you.

He stood up, taking your hand and guiding you to his bedroom.

…

That was about an hour now… and it seemed as though the time before had been a blur as you were drooling, face pushing into the sheets as he was ramming his cock into you. His hands were roughly pushing into your hips as he pushing you further into the mattress.

“ Fuck… I missed your body,” he leaned down, his hips rolling as he stayed inside. He was so thick… and warm. You felt yourself feeling like you were being split open.

“ So pretty…,” Oda kissed your shoulder, his stubble leaving a a lovely sting to you,” So pliable and soft.”

“ O-oda… ‘saku- Ngh..!,” you moaned out,” A-ah!”

You felt… so full, and you couldn’t help but only feel yourself get more wet at the lewd sounds of skin slapping. His dick was pounding into you at this point, and you’d started to feel your sore spot being hit. That only increased the lewd moans that you let out as he slammed his hips into yours again. You felt fingers tilt your chin upwards, you were now looking up.

“ Open your mouth,” he demanded. You did so, sticking your tongue out. He spat into it, making you instantly swallow. You couldn’t help but only feel turned on from that. Soon enough, as he continued to desperately rut into you, your heat started to build up in your stomach. You racked your brain trying to think of words to say, but all you could let out was desperate syllables. Oda groaned at how cock-drunk he’s made you, speaking was so hard, and all you could think about was being a good cock sleeve for him.

“ ‘Saku…! Mm! Gonna cum…!,” you moaned, you hips bucking into his hips more, feeling his thick cock hit your sore spot once again.

“ Cum f’me…,” he demanded, reaching his high as much as you were. You were a complete mess as you reached your orgasm, your release leading you to shake under him. You whined as you finished cumming together, as you felt him pull out. He let out a soft breathe, as he took off the condom, tied it, and threw it in the trash. He rolled over next to you, pulling you into his chest.

You blushed as you felt his fast heartbeat thud against your hear. You gently pet your hair, calming you down from your high. You did so, taking deep breathes as you curled into his chest. He was warm…

“ You ok?,” Oda gently asked, taking a hand under your chin to look at you.

“ Yes. I’m alright,” you replied. You leaned up to kiss his chin, something you did often after intimate times like these. Oda hummed gently,” Ok, tell me if you need anything… Or if you want a round two.”

You chuckled, pushing his chest away jokingly,” I’m way too sensitive right now.”

“ Joking joking,” Oda’s voiced, as he pulled you closer to him once again. You leaned your ear back on his chest, closing your eyes for a moment.

…

The next day, you showed up to work in a turtleneck, which wasn’t in your usual work attire. You thought it’d be normal: considering that most mafioso wore heavy layers with dark colors. A turtleneck was nothing to bat an eye about, so it would’ve been fine.

Well… it would’ve been fine…

If you didn’t have an executive meeting this morning… and guess who so happened to come out of the basement.

… and it just so happened to be on this day.

You actually had no real qualms with Verlaine. You’d been away from most of the crises that involved him to even join the Port Mafia in the first place. All you knew was that you were given most of his work load considering that he never left the basement. Though, one things for sure, he had a rather stern stare. One that almost made you want to hide away forever: to put short, he intimidated you.

You were trailing behind Verlaine as you were crouched down next to Chuuya, practically hiding behind his shoulder.

“ Did he hear us back-talking him from all the way at the Port,” you muttered. “ Oooh~ someone’s in trouble~,” It was Dazai, who’d finally made his return from Nagasaki. He was creeping over you from your other shoulder.

Chuuya placed a hand on Dazai’s head, hitting him with some amount of force,” Can it, Dazai! He’s only here because we need him for something. It’s not like that.”

“ Eh…? I was talking about (Y/N) over here,” Dazai reached over to your turtleneck, pulling at the tall collar and taking a glance.

“ Hey!,” you slapped his hand away.

“ Oh…?,” Dazai’s smile seemed to turn into almost a cat-like grin,” So I see, (Y/N)’s been gettin’ around.”

“ Don’t look!,” you swiped Dazai away with an arm,” It’s none of your business anyways.”

Soon enough, the door opened, revealing Mori who’d had a long meeting table set up. Kouyou was already seated on Mori’s right side, and you and the others followed through.

“ It’s good to see you all,” Mori smiled, looking around as everyone had been seated. The doors closed behind them all and an ambient light shown above the table,” Verlaine, it’s good to see you come out to get some fresh air for once.”

“ I’m only here for information’s sake, nothing more.”

Mori nodded, about to continue, but before he did, his eyes scanned towards you.

“ Ah, (Y/N), a turtleneck? That’s new,” Mori seemed to intentionally say it as a compliment, but that didn’t stop Dazai from letting out a soft snicker under his breathe. Chuuya kicked him under the table however, the bandaged man letting out a yelp.

It’s times like this where you wish you weren’t here, being an executive… with this room of people… and these specific people…

God, maybe I’m not fit for being an executive, you thought, sinking further into your chair.

…

…

…

Well, if there was anything to make all of those stressful thoughts go up in smoke, it was Oda who was currently breathing heavily in between your legs. You were laying down into the comforter, the plush pillows supporting your back as you looked down at him. Oda’s lips gently kisses at your thighs. His warm lips continued to kiss up your thighs and eventually met at your entrance. He gently kissed there, looking up at your flustered expression.

His hot breathe pulled away before licking up your clothed entrance. You moaned,” Ngh.. Ah- ‘Saku please…” Oda seemed to grin a little bit as he licked a thick stripe once again. You shuttered under his hold, and he hummed, seemingly pleased at your reaction. Soon enough, his calloused but gently hands trailed up you legs, pulling down your underwear and leaving you naked from underneath.

“ So wet and pretty for me, already?,” he teased. You were about to respond before you let out a loud moan as he dived his tongue onto you. He licked you up and down, making you moan once more. One of your hands reached to grip onto the sheets as he proceeded to eat you out like a starved man. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back further as you sunk into the mattress.

As he lapped at your lower half, you were slowly started to loose consistency in your breathe. Eventually he’d grown more desperate, the vibrations of his throat making you whine. His hand reached out to your empty one, and you took it as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

Your other hand that was gripping at the sheets covered your face as you moaned louder,” I-I’m gonna cum. F-fuck…!”

Oda only seemed to want more, licking up you even more desperately than before. Soon enough, you reached your orgasm. He groaned in response, taking in all of your juices as you squirted. He finished up, wiping his chin as he sat back up.

“ Already…?,” he grinned at you.

…

It was the end of another session, and you were pulled into Oda’s chest once more. The two of you were rather exhausted as you’d gone more than one round, and so you both fully relaxed into the sheets. You were now drawing patterns on his chest as he was slowly drifting in and out of sleep. He tried to keep himself up however, only wanting to shut his eyes when you were sound asleep.

“ Say ‘Saku,” you pouted, continuing to draw patterns,” What are we?”

“ What do you mean?,” he raised a brow, the sleepiness seeming to fall away from his mind.

“ Are we together… or are we just friends,” you seemed to be rather melancholy as you asked.

“ I thought we were together, already,” he answered honestly,” Didn’t I ask you?” “ Eh…?”

“ I asked you when I was on top of you just a couple minutes ago.”

“ I wouldn’t remember that when you’re ramming me into your own bed!!!,” you sat up, frowning.

Oda sat up as well, placing his hands up in defense,” I thought we’d made up already.”

You looked at him questionably. However, after a moment, you realized it was Oda Sakunosuke you were talking to. A question was a question… and if he happened to ask it at an odd time, well… his intentions were genuine.

“ Well- we did, but- Do you love me?”

“ Of course I love you,” he answered with no hesitation.

“ Oh, whatever,” you sighed, flopping onto him with no though. He fell back down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. Once again, he was warm… and you started to feel sleepy.

“ Sorry if I asked at a weird time.”

“ You’re always like that, Odasaku… but, that’s what I love about you.”

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

I was reading some of the older hcs, in one of them you said that kits can be summoned by inexperienced summonner. What if someone decided they are above the rules and tried to summon a ghoul only to fuck up and snatched a small kit, and while the clergy deals with the person the kit was passed to one of the ghouls mates and they get attracted really fast. How would they react when their mate just shows up with a child? Like 'Oh yeah, this is mine now'.

This is so cute, I hope you don’t mind ghoul reader! :)

Ghoul Mate Reader

GN Reader

Era V Ghouls

The Ghouls Mate Adopts a Displaced Kit

For a quick recap, ghoul summoning HAS to be done by an experienced and supervised sibling of sin. Many botched summoning are done by new siblings who have no clearance to carry one out. Botched summonings can result in injured ghouls, stolen kits, or even pulling beings that are not ghouls into the clergy…

Aether: The guitarist ghoul was ready to keep the kit immediately when you told him what happened. His only hesitation is that you both could be in big trouble if you didn’t report it. The ministry is very strict on tracking these types of summons. But you were happy to know that Aether was already attached and wanted to keep the little one sooooo badly. Aether just wants to do it the RIGHT way. It’s how you ended up in Papa’s office, with your mate kindly explaining why you had to keep the kit. You and the kit were already attached at the hip, and so was he! Papa was VERY happy for you both and for the baby. “Well, uh, it solves where we must place the little one, yes? Uh… congratulations?”

Phantom: It takes an hour of convincing Phantom that you are completely serious about adopting this random kit. When you first got him and told your mate you wanted to keep the little ghoul he thought you were trying to prank him. Phantom literally thought you had borrowed a kit to try to get one over on him! But when he realizes this ISN’T relation for the prank he pulled on you last week, he’s very quiet. He stays quiet for a very long time and you get nervous this might be the end of your relationship… but he surprises you. “So, what do we name him?” He’s completely unsure of what to do, but he wants to make this work! Phantom insists this is awesome, because he can raise your kit to be a guitarist like him!

Cirrus: You were very nervous about bringing home your new kit. Cirrus hates when you both make big decisions without consulting the other. She was very curious when you brought home a tiny kit, asking why you were baby sitting. You carefully started to explain that the little ghoul was accidentally summoned. But before you could finish it Cirrus came over to take the baby. She immediately clutched the kit protectively, and you remembered the same had happened to her when Air adopted her… “We will protect her with our lives.” She declares before nuzzling into the little ghoul.

Cumulus: Your mate was so supportive when you brought home the kit. She was very confused at first, mind you, until you explained what happened. Cumulus quietly listened as she held the baby ghoul and eventually started rocking the kit to sleep. “Well… he already likes us. We can’t just give him back!” Cumulus’ main concern is that eventually she does have to work and tour. So you both have a big discussion of how your home situation will be when you are left with your kit by yourself. But if you are happy with the arrangement, so is she!

Mountain: To your surprise, Monty barely asked any questions. He just readily accepted that you made the executive decision to adopt. You personally know it’s from his home tribe, where spur of the moment adoptions happened. The drummer is more interested in picking out a name, figuring out the kit’s element, and getting the nest ready for the baby. Mountain already starts gathering spare curtains to make a kit sling for you both to carry her around. You barely have time to blink before your kit is slung against his chest comfortably and he’s out the door to go get supplies!

Swiss: Your kit? You mean OUR KIT!! Swiss loves kits so much, so when you brought one home randomly he had assumed you were baby sitting. The guitarist had the baby in his arms so fast to play and the small ghoul clung to him immediately. He was so wrapped up in playing he nearly didn’t hear that no, you weren’t babysitting! It took you a moment to get his attention and explain… you sorta… kinda just took this one after a botched summoning? Swiss stared at you for a long time before becoming emotional. “You mean… you adopted a family for us?” He’s SO excited and hugs you both. You know he wanted a family after the band but are just excited he’s excited for one a little early!

Rain: At first you thought you had made a mistake when Rain seemed a little sour at first. He had made a face when you told him what happened . But you quickly came to find that he just hates when humans do these vile things. Rain scooped the kit up with your permission and looked at you. “Do you really want to do this? I need to know we are both committed before I get too attached.” Neither of you had discussed starting a family before this. It was time for you two to talk about it and be 100% sure you both were ready for the responsibility. But when you saw the kit fall asleep on Rain, you knew it was meant to be.

Sunshine: They didn’t really know you could just… do that? I mean sure, in Hell you can adopt any kit you find abandoned. But wouldn’t the humans get suspicious if they saw you both with a baby out of no where? Sunshine doesn’t think about it too hard once the baby is in their arms. they’ll explain to Papa and Sister eventually! Sunshine is admittedly a little scared to raise the kit in the human realm. They are still super new to human culture and is scared of raising a kit outside of Hell. But they trust you since you were summoned for way longer! Sunshine wants to introduce the kit to the band as soon as possible!

Aurora: She takes to the kit almost as fast as you did! You both realize later that your kit has quintessence as their element. No wonder! You three bonded so strongly it would be impossible to separate your new family. Aurora is not shy to immediately go to Papa and have a long list of supplies and accommodations you will all need. Papa is bewildered but can’t find it in him to say no to the confident ghoulette and her demands. All you originally wanted was just for your mate to be ok with adopting. But you won’t say no to all of the perks! It’s how she got you both a bigger living quarters, kit supplies, and even new furniture! The only thing you two end up bickering about is names. So far you might compromise on an Opera inspired name.

Sodo/Ember: He’s mad at first. No. NO NO NO NO NO! You can’t just come home with a FAILED SUMMON KIT! You both can get in serious trouble and- one angry look from you kept your fire ghoul from arguing more. But he INSISTS this is YOUR issue, not his! …. Until he realizes the baby is a fire kit… and also really cute… and awww, look at how the kit likes you already. Fine. Sodo eventually relents when it’s his turn to hold the kit and the small ghoul falls asleep in his arms. When you try to take the kit back he pulls away protectively. Eventually you hear a “Fuck you, babe, if you think I’m changing diapers!!”

[zoros-bandana]

Flowers - A Valentine's Day Post

(SFW)

Fluff/slight angst?/innocently idiotic Zoro

Warning: arguments, miscommunication

Summary: With Valentines Day fast approaching, Zoro gets reminded of his deeply rooted crush, leading to a series of troublesome ideas to ask you to be his.

Word Count: 2,200

Zoro huffed, dragging his feet behind Luffy as they followed Nami through the markets, under strict orders not to touch anything.

Every now and then his ears would prick, straining his eye over to where Sanji stood, showing you some beautifully inscribed vase or necklace he insisted matched your eyes. Your voice and laugher was always stronger with the cook, annoying him just that little bit more seeing you with him.

His mind would often wonder whenever he looked to you, wishing that it was him you were laughing alongside, leaning against as you immersed yourself in your amusement. You would always look so beautiful, so perfect, curling your lips in a smile that he would tear the world apart just to see one last time.

“Oi! Zoro!”

Zoro turned, realising his friend had ventured on ahead of them, lost in his own wishes. Grumbling to himself he steered away from you, dragging Luffy away to carry on as Nami's protective boarder.

Once again she had stopped at a stall, glistening in jewellery and items that deemed expensive but classy to her taste. Ignore her entourage - except for times when it suited her - left Zoro in charge of Luffy, making sure he kept himself occupied, but not enough to start unwanted trouble. His job was a painful reminder he wasn't chosen to accompany you instead, wishing to venture with the cook for reasons unknown to Zoro.

With one hand constantly on Luffy and in sight of both himself and Nami, Zoro admitted he had earned his reward, constantly distracting himself with whichever way you walked; following the sweet scent of your perfume.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Nami questioned, realising her friends distracted state; met with no word after repeating her previous question to him.

Zoro looked back at the navigator, confused. “Huh? Who?”

“Y/n” Nami said simply, picking up an old map to inspect. “It’s clear you have a crush on her and with Valentine’s Day coming up it seems the time to do so. Take her on a date for Valentine's Day, Zoro”

Luffy laughed, amused at the prospect of his friends together. "You and Y/n?"

Zoro blushed.

"What about us?"

Attention moved to you, interrupting the conversation. Sanji stood close to you, sharing the same confused pout, both flickering your eyes between the three for answers. Zoro knew he had to move fast, quickly cutting Luffy off before he blurted out his feelings; knowing a secret was never safe with him.

"We're the worst with directions"

"The idiot finally admitted it..." Sanji laughed, his voice low.

"Uh-huh..." you hummed, unsure how to properly respond to his statement.

Turning around you fell in tune with Luffy, who had easily slipped from Zoro's grip, listening as he edged Sanji for a peak into the food basket at hand, wishing for an early lunch. Zoro stayed behind, shrinking further away as you began to walk, wishing to space himself out of embarrassment.

Nami sighed, standing next to Zoro, disappointed in how the interaction played out. She understood her friend was hopeless with love, however, she never realised how much he needed guidance to kick things off.

"Don't listen to him" Nami shrugged off the captain "just ask her"

"All you have to do is something nice for her and she'll be yours; trust me"

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A pinch of regret sunk Zoro's stomach, watching Chopper run away from him, crying and calling out your name. He followed behind, half stalling, knowing how easy it would be to get your attention this way. Executing his plan was easy, doing it every so often just to have you interact with him, knowing he wasn't good at initiating things himself. He didn't care you would be mad at him for scaring Chopper, half the time he wasn't listening to what you were saying, just how you said it.

There was a twang in your voice, even when mad, that was sweet and melodic, making it hard to take you seriously. Zoro was aware he was larger, stronger, so any attempt of a physical fight you were out of your depth; another reason for him to pursue this crazy idea. It hadn't occurred to him that he would ask you out this way, he didn't plan on extending things further than this, but now he had a motive and was more willing to do something about it.

Zoro stopped, watching as Chopper ran into your open arms, hypnotised by how sweet you were with him; as how you were with everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

"Again? Seriously, Zoro?"

Rolling his eyes, Zoro attempted to act annoyed, not wishing to sink to the level of the shitty ero-cook.

He wasn't a simp like Sanji was.

Even if your voice lit up the room, stopping everyone who was close by just to get a chance to hear your charm, your wit, your jokes.

So what if you showed the most class and elegance even on the battle field, weaving through enemies as if you could do it in your sleep?

He didn't care that the morning light would always hit your face first thing in the morning, radiating you in a halo of gold as you sat across from him at breakfast.

That every single feature of you was carved so ethereal he would swear he was dreaming if it weren't for the song-like call parting through a pair of beautifully plump lips-

"He got in my way, ya know how it is"

You scoffed.

A horrific sound to Zoro's ears, aimed directly at him.

"Actually, no I don't" you stood up, holding Chopper to your chest. His body hung tightly to you, like a suffering child against their mothers chest. "Chopper doesn't deserve your kind of insatiable behaviour!"

"I don't even know what that means" Zoro spat, getting caught up in the growing tension, more aggressive than he intended.

"It means you can be such an asshole, especially to those who don't deserve that treatment!"

"It's only because I-" Zoro fumbled for the right words, choking as his confession brimmed, losing his train of thought.

"What?" your tone stayed bitter.

He wanted to tell you, to let you know that he did it to talk to you, knowing you always came to Chopper's aid. He wanted to admit it was because he wanted to ask you out on a date, to be his valentine. But he also knew you were upset, caused by his action, and it was beyond his capability knowing if you would say yes like this.

Realising this wasn't the time, Zoro sighed. "Don't worry about it, Y/n, it's nothing to concern yourself with"

Before you could argue more, he turned, storming back to his post to nap, ignoring the growing heat in his face.

He needed to try something else.

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Sitting across from you, Zoro smiled to himself, enjoying the scene as you chose the seat opposite him at the table; a few spare seats littering the table to chose from. He took your seat as a good sign, picking your view of him over the likes of any of your other friends.

You had calmed down from the brief argument shared a few days prior, softer around him, even dismissing the slight comments shared between him and the young doctor. Using your distraction of the sniper beside you to his advantage, he continued to look over at you, ignoring the cooks growing suspicion.

"Oi, Marimo, quit gazing at sweet Y/n-swan like that!"

Zoro could feel the room grow quiet, hearing Sanji's claim, averting their attention towards him. Even through his embarrassment he continued looking at you, unable to avert his eyes as you met him; sharing an embarrassed look of your own. He noted how sweetly the blush formed across your cheeks, making you seem innocently angelic, framing your face beautifully. He also noted how he had been quiet for a while, needing to come up with an excuse.

And fast.

"Ya know I don't think I will"

Your voice carried over to him, low and timid; curious. "And why not?"

"Because you're so..."

Think, Zoro, think.

"Impressionable"

"Impressionable?"

"My" Sanji snickered, "that's a big word for you"

"I mean..."

What is that other big word Robin said? A? Ap? Appeal?

"Appalling to look at!"

Shit, he didn't mean to say that.

Your face dropped, distressed from his choice of word, mute to his fumbles to collect himself. Somehow the room got quieter, everybody knowing he messed up, unsure of how to assist him out of this mess; and neither was Zoro.

Quickly dodging Sanji's leg attack, Zoro pulled back away from the table, quickly drawing his sword. He hoped to rectify his mistake, after shaking off Sanji, however the brief glimpses of your face caused immense shame. You had cowered away, hiding your face as Robin consoled you, her arm around you.

Maybe he would take Nami's advice after all.

Do something nice for you.

Something more than his poor choices of words could do.

But what?

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Fluttering his eyes open at the sound of the door close, Zoro knew he was now in the clear. It was late morning, leaving the rest of the crew occupied with various activities, yourself included, Zoro able to rest against the railing situated opposite the flower bed.

He knew you and Chopper were proud of this feat, straining the growth against treacherous and unpredictable weather. And in turn leaving an array of vibrant spikes of colour drawing the crews eye as they passed. Even Zoro fell to their pull, smiling to himself as he passed, blindsided by their elating abilities.

Making his way over to the patch he quickly snapped into action, aware he could be sprung any moment. Grabbing his fist to the stems of the flowers, he yanked hard, ripping up the flowers complete with dirt and exposed roots attached.

Satisfied with his catch, Zoro ventured to the girls room, eager to place his confession for you on the end of your bed. He thought it was obvious what he was doing, overhearing your keen interest in flowers and Sanji's blabbering of spoiling women with bunches of flowers.

You were going to love this.

How could you not?

Throwing the bunch on your bed, he pulled the note from his pocket, marked with a simple 'Z' for easy collection once found. Confident with his plan he smiled to himself, knowing the two-bit chef would just have to find someone else to ardour over.

For Zoro had finally won.

He would finally get his date.

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"What the hell, Zoro!"

"Huh?"

Zoro looked up towards you, confused of you sudden outburst into the crows nest. You had interrupted his training, to which he usually would not mind, however, there was something resentful in how you appeared; throwing him off.

"Flowers? Really? MY flowers? You know it really must be some sick joke you're playing on me, terrorising me these past days"

Zoro turned to face you, unclear at what you were saying; never expecting you to be ungrateful for his act of service.

"I thought girls liked flowers?"

"They do, Zoro, when presented as a gift not littered all over my bed like a dog ripping up the yard! You knew that I was saving those flowers for Chopper's medicine"

His voice dropped, realising his mistake, his body washing over in regret. To him, he had done the purest act of affection he could, hoping to persuade you over. But in reality he made the situation worse, only pushing you further away from him. Every attempt he made only rooted a deep loathing for him, twisting him up inside. He only wanted to do something different, something bold, unsure how exactly to act; new to these feelings he had for you.

Remorseful, Zoro's face grew an embarrassingly bright red. "I thought you liked flowers..."

"I-" you hesitated, realising the change in tone. "Why do you care if I like flowers?"

"Because"

"Because what?" you pressed. "And don't try and shrug it off again, Zoro, I need you to answer me"

"Because" he repeated, looking further away from you hoping it would give him space. "Because I like you"

Silence filled the room, making Zoro squirm, he hated that deafening sound not knowing whether it was good or bad. He needed to say something, more than just a bleak confession, something just to fill the gap between you both.

"I like you, and I wanted to ask you to be my valentine but I didn't know how"

Again, it was silent.

Clearing his throat he pepped up his voice, growing colder. "But I know you're going out with curly-brow, anyway"

"Sanji?"

You laughed, taken aback, a weird mix of relief and amusement of his confession and wrong accusation. "Why the hell would I be going out with Sanji? I like you, Zoro, despite your rather idiotic attempts"

Knitting his brows together, Zoro thought for a moment, collecting himself. If what you were saying was true, than that meant…

"So I still have a chance?"

"You always did, all you had to do was ask me"

Your words surged some confidence into the swordsman, a typical cocky smirk finding its way to his face. Standing up straight Zoro came towards you, strutting much more prideful, freezing you in place. As he reached you, his hands came out to scoop behind you, wrapping you up in one quick swoop.

"Well in that case..." Zoro pulled you close to him, letting his hard body press firmly against you. His hands fell wonderfully into the curve of your back, holding you comfortably, as if he had done this many times before. Your hands fell against his chest, feeling his heart hammer rapidly against your palm, exposing his growing lust. His face lingered just above you, studying your expression before continuing, knowing full well he had your attention; making his next move his most simplest yet.

"Will you be my valentine, Y/n?"

[eldritch-spouse]

So uh just finished story about how we met krulu and lud and i got a random ahh idea

What if when we got possessed by krulu, instead of being infatuated with them, we start acting as pink pearl (steven universe) when she was possessed?

Like, no opinion/feelings/etc. we're literally a shell of a person we were before who's only task is to be a perfect vessel and do their job

That would lead back to the husk scenario, which I'm unsure if you've read, but it's somewhere in Krulu's masterlist.

Indifference is not acceptable, it's about the same as directly disobeying Krulu. If this is your attitude, then Krulu has no use letting you be a person, you will become a true vessel, alive yet not living, a being who has a methodic routine and executes certain tasks automatically, then remains static in wait for Krulu to take it over.

It's almost verbatim what happens in the husk scenario, including the way he may or may not come to regret his decision.

[popstarbarbiee]

Drowning In the Shallows

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Vought Tower loomed over the city like a monolith of power and corruption. Its glass walls reflected the sun’s light, casting long shadows across the streets below. Inside, everything was sleek and modern, polished to a mirror shine — the perfect facade for a company that made heroes look like gods while hiding the rot beneath the surface.

Logan had never cared for places like this, and the thought of walking into Vought Tower made his skin crawl. But this time, he had a reason to be here. A reason that had been gnawing at him for days, ever since that night when he saw The Deep again.

He had spent years running from the past, convincing himself that he didn’t need to look back. But seeing The Deep after all this time had shaken something loose inside him. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn’t just let it end like that — not without at least trying to make things right.

So here he was, standing in the middle of the tower’s pristine lobby, feeling out of place in his worn leather jacket and battle-scarred body. The place smelled like bleach and money, and it was packed with people — executives, tourists, and hero-obsessed fans hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite Supes. Logan felt like an alien among them, his skin crawling with the need to get out.

He approached the front desk, his gruff demeanor earning wary glances from the staff.

“I’m here to see The Deep,” Logan said, his voice low and gravelly.

The receptionist looked up at him, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. She fumbled with her keyboard before finally stammering out, “Uh, The Deep is, um, in a meeting right now. He’s not taking visitors—”

Logan’s expression darkened. “Tell him Logan’s here. I’ll wait.”

The receptionist opened her mouth to protest but quickly decided against it, nodding and picking up the phone. After a moment of hushed conversation, she looked back at Logan, her face pale.

“Go on up,” she said quietly. “He’s in the executive suite.”

Logan grunted his thanks and made his way to the elevator, ignoring the curious stares that followed him. He didn’t care about the spectacle. All that mattered was getting to The Deep.

As the elevator doors slid open on the top floor, Logan stepped out into the hallway, his sharp senses already picking up the faint scent of the ocean that always clung to The Deep. He followed it until he reached a set of heavy double doors, the nameplate beside them reading, *"The Deep — Hero Liaison."*

Taking a deep breath, Logan pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

The office was large, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city below. The Deep stood by the window, his back to Logan, staring out at the horizon as if he hadn’t noticed him enter. But Logan knew better. The tension in The Deep’s shoulders, the way his body had gone still — he knew The Deep had sensed him.

“Deep,” Logan said quietly, stepping closer.

The Deep turned around slowly, and Logan’s heart sank at the sight of him. He looked tired, worn down in a way that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion. His face was paler, his eyes duller, as though something had drained the life out of him. But it wasn’t just that. There was something else — something dark lurking beneath the surface.

“What are you doing here, Logan?” The Deep asked, his voice flat.

Logan scratched the back of his neck, unsure how to start. He’d never been good with words, never been the kind of guy who knew how to express what he was feeling. But he was here now, and he couldn’t back out. Not after everything.

“I came to apologize,” Logan said gruffly. “For how things ended between us. For not… handling it right.”

The Deep raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s been years, Logan. Why now?”

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because seeing you again… it made me realize that I never really gave us a chance. I was too caught up in my own shit to see what was right in front of me. And I’m sorry for that.”

For a moment, The Deep just stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’re too late, Logan.”

Logan frowned, stepping closer. “What do you mean?”

The Deep’s eyes flickered with something dark, something that made Logan’s gut twist with unease. “I’ve moved on,” he said quietly. “I’m with someone now.”

Logan’s heart sank. He had expected The Deep to move on, of course. It had been years since they’d last seen each other. But hearing it still hurt in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Who?” Logan asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

Before The Deep could answer, the door to the office swung open, and Logan’s blood ran cold.

Homelander.

The so-called hero strode into the room with an air of smug superiority, his white cape billowing behind him as if he were some kind of god descending from the heavens. His eyes narrowed when he saw Logan, a small, almost predatory smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, well, well,” Homelander drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. “If it isn’t the famous Wolverine. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but…” He smirked, glancing at The Deep with an almost possessive glint in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Logan’s fists clenched at his sides. His claws itched to break through his skin, but he held them back — barely. The last thing he wanted was to start a fight in the middle of Vought Tower. But the sight of Homelander standing so close to The Deep, so smug and self-assured, made Logan’s blood boil.

“I came to talk to The Deep,” Logan said through gritted teeth, his gaze fixed on Homelander.

Homelander’s smile widened. “Oh, did you now?” He stepped closer to The Deep, wrapping an arm around his waist in a show of dominance. “Well, whatever you came to say, it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s with me now.”

Logan’s eyes flicked to The Deep, searching for something — anything — that would tell him this wasn’t real, that The Deep wasn’t actually with *him*. But The Deep didn’t look at him. He kept his eyes on the floor, his body tense under Homelander’s touch.

“Is this what you want?” Logan asked, his voice low and rough. “Is this who you’ve chosen?”

The Deep finally looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and resignation. “It’s… complicated,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Logan felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He could see it now — the truth written all over The Deep’s face. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t even happiness. This was something else entirely, something dark and twisted. It was the same look Logan had seen on the faces of people who had been broken down, controlled by fear.

“You don’t have to stay with him,” Logan said quietly, taking a step closer. “You deserve better than this.”

Homelander let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Oh, please. You think you’re some kind of knight in shining armor? Newsflash, buddy — he’s mine. And he’s not going anywhere.”

Logan’s claws slid out with a menacing *snikt*, his eyes burning with fury. “Get your hands off him,” he growled.

Homelander’s smile faded, replaced by a look of cold menace. He didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. “I don’t think you understand how this works, Wolverine,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You don’t get to tell *him* what to do.”

Logan was ready to lunge, ready to tear into Homelander, to rip him apart piece by piece. But then he felt a hand on his arm, stopping him.

“Don’t,” The Deep whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Please, Logan. Just… don’t.”

Logan’s claws retracted with a soft *snikt*, his eyes filled with frustration and pain. He looked at The Deep, his heart breaking at the sight of him — so broken, so defeated.

“You deserve better,” Logan whispered.

The Deep looked away, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “Maybe I do,” he said quietly. “But this is my life now.”

Logan stood there for a long moment, his chest aching with the weight of everything he couldn’t say, everything he couldn’t fix. He had come here hoping to make things right, but now, standing in front of The Deep, he realized that some things were too far gone.

With a heavy heart, Logan turned and walked out of the office, leaving The Deep behind. As he stepped into the elevator, he could feel Homelander’s eyes on him, could hear the faint sound of mocking laughter echoing in his ears.

But Logan didn’t look back.

He couldn’t.

Not anymore.

[polyklok]

your first ask (Murderface x reader) was incredible and so sweet 😭 can I request another Murderface but this time kind of the reverse situation, with him comforting an s/o who's feeling insecure (maybe about their own appearance?) Thanks! ❤

I’m so sorry it took me forever to answer this!! Life has been kicking my ass, but after a couple weeks it’s done! Had a lot of fun writing this (also, I heavily assumed this was another female reader)

TW: More swearing, physically-insecure reader, Murderface pervs for a little bit, lots of crying, also I’m posting this like 3 minutes after finishing it so it might be a little messy

You were unsure whether to laugh or cry, staring at yourself in the mirror in a ridiculous excuse of a dress. It had looked bad on the hanger, it felt bad as you put it on, but this was just…horrendous!

Tonight was stressful enough. Dethklok was having a party to celebrate their latest album release. Well, it was formal, so less of a party and more so a gathering of big-name executives, celebrities, and plenty of press. Press that would inevitably take pictures and ask questions of everyone there. Including you, for tonight would also be your first public appearance of Murderface’s ‘new’ girlfriend.

Charles had already warned you; you’d be surrounded with cameras, you’d be asked a thousand questions, your every movement would be documented, and the next day, there would be a critique of your every aspect online. The whole thought made you nauseous but William was excited to show you off, so you went with it.

Or…you would have if it weren’t for the dress that had been picked for you. Never before have you doubted Dethklok’s stylists; they had already done your hair and makeup so well! But the little number you were in was atrocious, to say the least.

It was made up of black leather that clung to your skin, hugging your breasts uncomfortably. The torso was covered in metal studs and spikes, making it impossible to place your arms in any natural position. The skirt was had a strange tutu effect, and yet was so short it nearly flashed your ass for the world to see. It was tacky, awkward, and completely informal! Maybe it would’ve worked as some sort of cheap, sexy Halloween costume in a bag…fit for a little girl.

Muddy, black tears began to creep down your cheeks. You held your head up high, desperate to not let them fall. How could master designers make…this?! There was no way something could fail so badly. Was it…you? You let out a pained sob, deciding that there was no way in hell you’d be leaving this room tonight.

“Hey, babe!”

You froze. Not him. Not now. You wiped away your tears, smudging your makeup further onto your face, “Uh, yeah William?”

“Are you ready? I wanna schow thosch fuckersch my girl!” You could see the shadows of his boots shuffle happily from underneath the door, his tone was so optimistic, especially compared to how he usually was about social events. It broke your heart.

“I-I’m sick! I suddenly caught a stomach bug. I’m sorry, but-“

“WHAT?”

He turned the doorknob so hard, the lock broke. You cringed; it was easy to forget just how strong Murderface could be. You yelped, “William!”

He stared at you, slightly impressed at first. Your thighs and cleavage were on full display. But, as his eyes trailed up to your face, teary and smeared with mascara, his heart fell like a rock into his stomach, “Babe?”

You hiccuped, trying to keep up your lie despite the obvious, “I’m si-ick.”

Murderface stood for a bit, unsure on what to do. His instinct yelled at him to protect you…but from what? He moved close, taking your hand in his and looking into your watery eyes. His chest hurt, seeing you so upset.

“I’m sorry,” You said, “I just can’t-“

“What’sch wrong?”

His voice was so soft, so concerned. You broke down, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, “I look so fucking stupid, William.”

He squeezed your torso, wanting to tell you all the sweetest, sappiest things but unable to find the words to do so. “It isch kinda a schtupid dresch,” He managed, feeling the random spikes and stiff leather. He didn’t have a knack for fashion, but if he looked past all the skin that it showed, he could see that it wasn’t the most…flattering outfit.

His reply made you chuckle in between your sobs, “I’m sorry, Murderface. I can’t do it,” You pulled back, looking at him, “Its more than the dress, it’s all those expectations! I don’t want to go out there, looking like this and being stared at and ruining your reputation because I wasn’t good enough!”

It felt good to say, to let out all the pressure. And yet, the fear doubled once you reached the realization. You weren’t ready. You loved Murderface, but he came with a price and you weren’t sure you could pay it.

“You, not good enougch?” He gasped, taking a step back, “You’re…fuchkin’ wonderful! My reputation isch’nt schit-“

“William, don’t.”

“Compared to…Urgch, lischen, I don’t really give a fuck about the fuchkin’ presch or anything. They’re aschholesch. It doesch’nt matter how dumb your dresch looksch or how you anschwer their fuggin’ questionsch, they’re probably gonna hate you.”

You sighed, slumping down onto your bed. Several pops emitted from the dress, giving some slack from the fabric. “So I’m fucked?”

He sat next to you, eyes focused on the floor. “But I really love you. Like, a lot. Scho…yeah, shcrew the goddamn presch.”

His face was beet red, hands gripping knees. While, his affection towards you was obvious (especially considering how he treated most others) he has never said those three words before.

“Oh, William.”

Murderface tugged at his tie and kicked off his boots, “Fuchk it. Charlesch’ll yell at me later. I don’t wanna do this schit without you.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Schut up, I’m going to.”

You smiled, eyes still sore from all your crying and face sticky with makeup, “I love you too, Murderface.”

[josefavomjaaga]

Marshal Ney in Galicia

In 1902, an author named comte de la Bédoyère (I do not know if and how related to the la Bédoyère executed in 1815) wrote a book about Marshal Michel Ney, mostly about his trial and execution. But the appendix also contains several other documents, among them excerpts from the memoirs of a certain general Béchet, Ney's aide-de-camp. The part I translated is about the first months of 1809, Ney's time in Galicia, after Napoleon in January 1809 had quit Spain for France and had left the task of conquering Portugal to his subordinates.

Marshal Soult was put in charge of this operation, in which he was to be assisted by Marshal Ney. The Marshal had sent me to Marshal Soult to discuss with him the positions which the troops of our corps would occupy as his troops moved towards Portugal. I found him near the place of Ferrol, which had not yet been surrendered (it was surrendered the next day). He didn't receive me too well, not because he resented me or even knew me, but because he wasn't on very good terms with my patron. I thought I would starve to death in that unfortunate town of Ferrol, where I had great difficulty in getting a bite to eat, as Marshal Soult had not invited me to dine with his officers.

Bad Soult! Don't kill the messenger (or in this case, don't let him starve) just because it's a messenger from Ney...

I'm unsure what the two marshals had agreed upon with regards to the placement of Ney's troops, who, as Béchet says himself, had the task to support and thus to stay in contact with Soult's corps in Portugal. However, given the two marshals were "not on very good terms" with each other, Ney probably followed a primal instinct and tried to get as much distance between himself and Soult as possible, in going north to La Coruna, while Soult went south into Portugal. Communications soon were interrupted not only with Soult's expedition corps but also with Madrid. But it seems Ney & C. did not mind too much:

Our stay in this town was not without its pleasures. Sometimes we played whist at the marshal's house at one napoleon a card. One evening I lost twenty cards, I didn't have such a large sum with me and I asked the Marshal to give me credit; he sometimes demanded them back from me in jest, I replied in the same tone, and I ended up not paying him. The Marshal, who had only rare relations with King Joseph because the roads were interrupted by the guerillas, was regarded by the Spaniards as the viceroy of the province and had all the powers.

To which I have two remarks: 1) Some people were accused of wanting to make themselves king whenever they found themselves in a similar position. Just saying. And 2) Ney and his aides were not alone in regarding the interruption of communication by guerillas as a given, and to pay little attention to it. Joseph and Jourdan in Madrid, too, waited for an explicit order from an exasperated Napoleon before sending Kellermann to reopen communications with Ney in Galicia (with Soult in Portugal there was no contact at all).

And now comes a rather ... interesting story about what "viceroy" Ney was up to in this new domain of his:

He had the idea of visiting all the women's convents, and there were many, and of telling the nuns and novices that all those who had entered them against their will could leave if they wished. It was playing the role of the tempter, but such was the spirit of the time, and we thought we were doing a meritorious work by acting in this way.

I'm sure you did, you little prick...

In a convent where the nuns had the reputation of being very fanatical, a young novice, with a charming face, threw herself crying at the feet of the Marshal and addressed him in Spanish in a speech that we still only barely understood. Our hearts went out to her, and already more than one gallant knight was offering her his services, ...

Uh-huh...

... but our interpreter told us that, on the contrary, she announced to the Marshal that the Virgin had appeared to her that night, and warned her that that very day she would obtain the dispensation of age necessary to make her vows, and that she had no doubt that the Marshal was the envoy from heaven who had come to grant her the grace she was seeking. The Marshal replied that it did not depend on him, but that he would write to the court. So much for our tender feelings. In fact, I seem to recall that only one of these ladies took advantage of the freedom offered to her; she left the convent to marry an officer who took her back to France with him.

Must have been quite a blow to the self-esteem of all those "gallant knights" trying to free poor enslaved women, for utterly unselfish reasons, of course.

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The Festival of Light…

It was more than a celebration; it was a tradition. Thankfully your journey happened to bring you here in time to experience it for yourselves.

Lanterns floated and swayed above the winding cobblestone streets like suspended stars, illuminating every corner with a warm glow, welcome in the cool night. The main square was utterly alive with color and sound: vendors shouting over one another to sell their wares, the soft hum of music played on stringed instruments, and the laughter of children weaving through the crowd with sparklers in hand.

You moved through the throng, trying to avoid bumping into anyone, taking it all in. Every turn you took showed something new and exciting—a stall laden with shimmering trinkets, another piled high with pastries dusted in powdered sugar, a pair of beautifully dressed dancers spinning gracefully in time with the live music. The smell of roasted chestnuts mingled with the sweetness of candied apples, and the sheer energy of it all had your heart lighter than it had been in weeks. It was well needed.

Trailing behind you, Stark was a bit overwhelmed. You could see it in the way his eyes darted between the stalls, his hands flexing awkwardly at his sides, unsure of what to do with himself.

“So…uh…this is a big deal, huh?” he asked in a mousey voice, almost drowned out by the din around you. He adjusted the strap of his axe, even though it wasn’t slipping.

You slowed your pace, looking on in some wonder, “Yeah, must be. It reminds me of the festival we used to have in my hometown. My father always used to take me.”

“Oh,” he said, his eyes flicking to a nearby stall selling lanterns shaped like animals. “That sounds… nice.”

“It was.” you beamed, nostalgia warming your expression, “I loved everything about it, but the best part was always the sparring competition. My dad loved it—he said it wasn’t a real festival until we watched at least one match.”

Stark followed your line of sight to the roped-off arena, where a small crowd had gathered to cheer on two fighters locked in combat. His brow furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching downward, as the sound of metal on metal reached his ears.

“Doesn’t seem very…festive,” he muttered.

Laughing softly, you shook your head. “I’m sure it’s more fun than it looks. And besides, I think there’s something inspiring about it—watching people put their all into a fight. Whether they win or not.”

Stark didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he kept his gaze on the arena, his jaw tightening. You could tell he was thinking—turning something over in his head with slow and paranoid care, overthinking as usual. When he finally spoke, his voice was a little too loud, a little too forced.

“Guess I should sign up, then.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What? You don’t have to—”

“No, it’s fine,” he interrupted, puffing his chest up. “I mean, why not? It could be fun.”

His attempt at bravado was so transparent that it almost made you laugh, but the determination in his eyes stopped you. He wasn’t doing this for himself. The realization made your chest ache, a quiet warmth blooming in its place. You’d often wondered…

“Alright,” you said softly, your smile turning more genuine. “If you’re sure. I’ll be cheering for you.”

The effect was immediate. Stark froze, his cheeks going pink, and then he quickly turned away, muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch. He marched toward the sign-up booth with all the grace of a man heading to his own execution.

You followed at a distance, biting back a grin as he scribbled his name onto the parchment. His hand was shaking so badly that the clerk gave him a puzzled look, but he didn’t seem to notice. When he turned back to you, his grin was painfully forced.

“All set,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Easy.”

The next competition began just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and violet, matching well with the cozy golden glow of the lanterns. You found a spot near the front of the crowd, wanting a good view, watching intently as the first two competitors stepped into the ring.

The matches were fast-paced and intense, more so than you’d been anticipating, drawing cheers and gasps from the audience. Fighters of all shapes and sizes took turns in the ring—some wielding swords, others axes, and a few even fighting barehanded. While you clapped along with the crowd, your focus kept drifting back to Stark. 

He was standing near the edge of the arena, his arms crossed and his expression carefully neutral. But you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped against his arm as he watched, his mind clearly whirring.

When his name was called—“Stark of Eisen!”—you felt your heart leap. The crowd erupted into cheers as he took a deep, heaving breath, and stepped into the ring. Clapping loudly, you hoped he could hear you. When he met your gaze for a brief moment, smiling awkwardly, you knew he had.

He straightened a little, drawing his weapon with a flourish that was more theatrical than practical, and paced forward to the center of the dirt ring.

From the other side of the crowd his opponent emerged; a towering man with his own axe, so massive it seemed almost comical. But there was nothing funny about it. When he swung, it was with brutal, surprising precision, forcing Stark to dodge and parry frantically, with every ounce of speed and strength that he had. 

At first, Stark held his own, landing a few solid strikes that drew cheers from the crowd. You cheered along with them, your voice rising above the noise. Confidence grew in him, and in you, as it seemed he might actually have this in the bag.

But as the fight dragged on, it became clear that the odds were against him. The other axe-wielder’s ruthless assault began to wear Stark down, his movements growing slower with each exchange. A near miss even clipped his clothes, tearing a strip out of his sleeve.

You clenched your fists, willing him to hold on, whispering his name worriedly, but when the final blow came—a heavy strike that sent him sprawling into the dirt—you couldn’t help but yelp with shock.

The match was over.

The crowd applauded the victor, but your focus stayed on Stark. He pushed himself to his feet, accepting his opponent’s hand with a forced smile, and then retreated to the edge of the square, his shoulders slumped. He didn’t look back as the next match began.

Pursuing, you found him leaning against a wooden post near an empty stall, his head bowed. His hands were clenched into fists, and his expression was a mix of frustration and defeat.

“Stark?” you called softly.

He flinched but didn’t turn. “Don’t bother,” he muttered. “I know I messed up.”

You stepped closer, frowning. “Messed up? Stark, you did great.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “I lost. First round. Doesn’t sound great to me.”

Sighing gently, you shook your head.

“You didn’t lose because you weren’t good enough,” you said firmly. “You gave it everything you had, against someone twice your size. That’s more than most people would do.”

He turned to face you then, his eyes searching yours. Momentarily, he was silent, a heavy pause settling between the two of you. But then, he spoke again.

“I just… I wanted to win,” he admitted quietly. “For you.”

Your breath caught at the confession, and warmth spread through you like the glow of the lanterns above. It was something you had been suspecting for some time now, but had never had the courage to confirm directly. Yet it had been so obvious…just how your companion felt…

Tentatively, shyly, you reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He stiffened at first, but his grip soon relaxed under yours.

“Stark,” you said softly, “you don’t have to win to impress me. You already have. You always do.”

Eyes widening, for a moment, he looked like he didn’t believe you. But then his expression softened, and his stance relaxed.

“Thanks,” he murmured sincerely. “I… I needed that.”

You smiled, your grip tightening slightly. “Anytime. Now, come on—you owe me a lantern wish.”

His smile growing, cheeks flushing, he let you pull him back toward the square. For the first time that evening, or perhaps in his entire life, Stark looked truly at ease.

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[sullina]

The TC not wanting war did help with their reputation. The other clans now doesn't see the demon clan as cruel and mercilessly monsters.

It did help with the clans pov if it weren't for Dubs letting them watch the outside world. They were sure if they weren't watching the outside world for so long they would have wage war, kill Mel and Mel neglecting himself even more than before (Canon version)

Although I also think Dubs ACTUALLY didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't even done, he rushed to make the seal after the goddesses order him to make it.

You know it would be cute if the demon children asked the TC to take care of Mel when they got out. They know the TC are the only demons who will get released from the seal as much as they don't like it. Which Zel nodded his head, giving them a fond smile, and gave the children a pat on their heads.

Mel: If you guys restart the war, I won't hesitate to-

Zeldris: CATCH HIM!

Mel: Eh???

Anyways when the TC were trying to catch Mel when he teleported to them like the game of tag or cat and mouse. Fraudrin was just watching in the distance sweatdropping with a dumbfounded face. Unable to comprehend what his leader just order him to do.

Cancelling the plan to get revenge on that traitorous bastard.

Fraudrin: I DID IT! NOW WE CAN GET REVENGE FROM THAT TRAITOROUS BASTA-

TC: Uh... yeah, so we decided we're not gonna restart the war and get revenge on Meliodas

Fraudrin: ...

Fraudrin: WHAT?!?!

The TC still didn't explain why they decided to cancel their original plan but they were able to fill it when TC explained it to Mel after they calm him down.

The realization hit him like a truck.

Fraudrin: My- my hard work...🥲

The TC give Mel a barebones explanation that still leaves way too many questions. They planned to have him at least take a nap while they hunted for food, but Mel was teleported back to the Sins thanks to Merlin. Although maybe the commandments that were touching him came with him? Or not? Still unsure about that one tbh.

As for Fraudrin, he definitely feels a tiny bit betrayed. He spent more than 10 years hatching and executing a plan to get his people free, so they could finally take what (in his eyes) belongs to them (Britannia and the magic that comes from it), only for the commandments to go "nah, changed our minds".

[perelka-l]

Do you have any HCs about Proton or Petrel? Weirdly, I have brainworms abt them today, akin to hurt/comfort shipping, but idk if I consider their relationship platonic or what. I definitely think of them as close. Proton is an evil little freak who’s gone through the wringer, and Petrel is so laid back + morally grey that he literally doesn’t care what an evil little freak Proton is. (Other people read it as Petrel being THAT dumb and unaware…but that ain’t it, he’s just consciously giving Proton a pass because Whatever)

I’ve been playing around with this HC that Proton lowkey hates Giovanni because he more or less wants to BE him (power-wise - like he’s just got so much rage in there, and subconsciously, he has decided that having MEGA-CONTROL will fix it), but it’s starting to..become apparent + difficult to suppress. Like he’s toeing the line of like bEEFING with Giovanni which is obviously incredibly stupid…but Proton may be incredibly stupid…like that is not going to work out well for him, but he’s such a spiteful dude that he can barely help himself

I like to think that if you squint, all Executives are at the very least platonic towards each other. They've been through some proper shit together and there is definitely some bonding stemming from that. Brothers in arms, so to speak. But you know. More mafia/yakuza-ish. They maybe wouldn't die for each other, but kill? Sure.

With Petrel, 100% of my headcanon about him stems from this fic on pokanon kink meme (which, as a side note, nicely matches Pokemas portrayal as well. I like his consistency). Well, ok, 80%. I have some more thoughts about him that stem from nowhere.

First thing is that I see him as oldest out of the bunch. Maybe not as old as Giovanni (maybe) but old enough to possibly even remember Madame Boss. I like to think him getting as far in the ladder as he did stems from survival instincts and capabilities but also that he just was in TR for quite a while, and his slow climb just happened over time. And yeah, he is very morally grey, he can be nice but it would be dangerous to assume he is nice.

And Proton is... yeah. Youngest of the bunch and I saw him once described as a both a rabid dog to sic at target and most spoiled little cat which both match him, I think. He does feel a bit spoiled, but I think it is tied with the fact that he can be quite violent (I also have a Formative Kink Meme Fic for that, but this one I will not link. It's Proton/Silver and ngl, it was one of the most uncomfortable things I have ever read for sheer amount of triggers. Formative but MAN was it uncomfortable. Feel free to ask me but. Uh. Yeah.) and TR serves him to satisfy that. In some other fic, don't remember which one now, I saw someone theorize that possibly Proton's loyalty sides more with Archer, since Archer know how to use him well, as well as after when Giovanni was gone.

By the way, what do you mean by "gone through wringer"? I know what it means but I am unsure what you mean by that.

Proton, in pokemas at least, claims that he admired Giovanni due to him being "ruthlessly decisive". But at the same time Proton is made a bit more into a joke which... I can see why they would do it, it's easier to make him funny than make him serious in that particular franchise, and I politely ignore that bit while nodding in understanding. Though OK, bootlegs is vile shit. But back to main point - I can see where you come from and I think following that line of thought that what would make Proton envious of Giovanni is his, in a sense, freedom.

Giovanni has plenty of responsibilities that, I would imagine, Proton wouldn't ever wish to shoulder (I like to think his executive task first things first is to be a scarecrow to keep grunts in check...) but at the same time Proton could burn for the way Gio has enough power to handle it all and control and decide freely what to use, even with Proton, and do so effectively. And Proton could probably wish to have that, freedom to do as he wished, to decide what to do. He is young (I wouldn't say he is older than in his early 20s), so he wants all the power without responsibilities coming from it (gah, sudden spiderman!). I could imagine that when Giovanni leaves, Proton is hit with injustice of it. Giovanni can just leave. Can just go, drop everything that Proton thought he desires and vanish into thin air. And Proton is tied to TR because this is his protection and this is where he can do what he wishes to do (as in, violence) and be protected for that from police and such. He wished for that. He can't ever have that.

Everybody being aware of Protons issues could be amusing, and Petrel being the one to keep him in line is a nice thought. Petrel seen it all, knows how TR works better than most, Proton being a bitch is honestly not the worst he's seen but he is aware what the result can be, maybe saw such a few times. And he likes Proton, he's a skilled kid, would be a shame to have him disappeared if Giovanni's amusement over his antics turn into anger (And that would probably fall to Archer and Petrel knows Archer likes Proton as well but Archer's loyalty overrules literally everything else and wouldn't even blink if Giovanni decided enough is enough). (Also, now I ponder on Giovanni personally manhandling Proton when he gets a bit irked a bit and whoa oh erm whoa)

Thank fuck Proton is as reliable as he is, dangle a task in front of his nose and he'd follow, a rabid dog eager to sink his fangs into something. Petrel though knows how to handle the leash so Proton won't bite the hand that feeds him.

[sylvarantii]

Alright, finally getting around to the 6th movie, The Phantom of Baker Street.

So, first off, wasn't expecting that twist of it taking place in virtual reality. That was kind of neat, but I feel like this sort of premise would've worked a tad better if it had been more like one where they jump through the different worlds offered rather than just focus on one.

I get it, it's Detective Conan, so the obvious choice is to go for the Sherlock Holmes themed one, but still, I don't know. Had a good idea, but I'm a little unsure about how much I liked the execution.

That said, I thought the characters were handled well in this movie. And even the snobby brats ended up having their merit. I do admittedly like those sorts of plots where children from a prestigious background go through something life changing and come out of it better. I much more prefer a moral story of, "You don't always have to end up like your parents and can become a better person despite your upbringing." It's nice.

The entirety of the Sherlock Holmes world within the VR game was pretty cool too. It made me giggle that since Shinichi's dad and Professor Agasa were the ones that developed the game, they made themselves Sherlock and Watson. It was cute!

And how sweet for Yusaku to make his wife Irene Adler. I don't know, it was just goofy in a, "I really love them being self indulgent" sort of way.

Also holy shit, we finally get some screentime for Yusaku??? No offense to Yukiko cause I love her dearly and enjoy both of Shinichi's parents, but I swear to god, we RARELY get anything with his dad. At least his mom has shown up a few times in the anime, but man, what a rarity.

And just like I hoped, the "sacrifice" scenes from each kid getting a game over were just as emotional as I wanted them to be. It's the feeling of Shinichi/Conan losing everyone around him (but not really). Ran's part was so heart wrenching, thank you to the team. It was every bit of a tear jerker as I wanted it to be. Giving me that good angst and I love it.

As usual, I unfortunately have to bitch about the fact that these movies have SUCH a slow crawl to the main part. Like I get it, this happens with a lot of movies because you have to fill up so much time, but sometimes it is just painful. At least the very beginning is very eye catching and gets you sucked into it.

Good news is I can say this movie felt more like a cinematic experience rather than just something that could've been put into episodes of the anime, so yeah, I appreciate that.

The, uh, twist at the end was a bit funny (to me anyway) I guess. Like, I don't know, sometimes the reasoning for the antagonists are just strange and this one kinda falls into that category as far as motives go. But you know, whatever. I don't hate it, don't love it. I'm just kinda shrugging my shoulders like, "Okay, sure."

So, let's see...Where to put this movie this time?

1.) The Fourteenth Target (2nd Movie)

2.) The Time Bombed Skyscraper (1st Movie)

3.) Captured in Her Eyes (4th Movie)

4.) The Phantom of Baker Street (6th Movie)

5.) Countdown to Heaven (5th Movie)

6.) The Wizard of the Last Century (3rd Movie)

4th place seems good. I still don't think I liked it as much as Captured in Her Eyes, but eh, feels more memorable than Countdown to Heaven. I've kinda forgotten already a lot of what happened in that movie.

My apologies once again to Wizard of the Last Century for still remaining dead last.

On a side note, almost up to episode 700. I'm more than halfway through the series now! Whoo hoo!

[kyogre-blue]

I huff about the Wrath of the Rock thing mostly bc if I started talking about how badly contracts were done in Liyue I'd never stop lol. What he did with Wanyan was the most in-your-face about it and had me FUMING, yes, but I honestly really want to know what the adepti are getting out of their contracts and why exactly they still had to hold up their end of the bargain when the contractor was supposed to be dead. Like? A contract really is supposed to benefit both parties? What service has Zhongli been providing? NOT kicking them out of Liyue's mountains or something? Is he a landowner? And Xiao's contract is just downright exploiting him - I'd think the translation mistook "contracts" for "oaths" somewhere but no, Yanfei exists.

And I was curious bc I distinctly recall a Liyue NPC praying to Barbatos....checked, her name's Chishui! And she says though it's tradition in Liyue to worship the Geo Archon the winds are what truly determine whether her sailor husband is safe, though she admits it's rare (unsure if she means liyue locals praying to Barbatos or locals praying to another god in general). She says any god will do as long as they keep her husband safe though, so maybe she just has either less patriotism or more common sense idk.

Gahhh unreliable information is so annoying. I remember thinking when I started playing that maybe humans already had their own "type" and their ruling archon just neutrally crystalised it, given it IS supposed to be their own ambitions and all. As it is, now I don't trust anything about vision lore bc I know it's going to get dashed later on rip

Hahaha................. yeah.

But yeah.

In general, one of Genshin's biggest missed opportunities is arguably doing nothing with their gods' supposed ideals.

Mondstadt is freedom town, so that's nice, but there's no actual commentary on freedom, even though there's potential for something juicy with how they walked themselves into the Aristocracy entirely on human free will. Liyue is uh contracts, but "contracts" can mean any of like three different things minimum, with no distinction or examination of any of them. Inazuma tried, but they did not connect Yoimiya's musings, Ei's misguided grief nonsense and then the uuuh revelations (?) she had when communing with her dead sister's spirit inside a magic that went back in time for some reason (???) particularly well. And Sumeru is just a joke, they don't even try.

These seem to be basically just buzzwords that exist for flavor, rather than any real meaning.

I feel like part of the supernatural contracts in Liyue might relate to the weird third party racism that archons engage in for the sake of humans. Like how the oni had to do some weird dance to live with humans and how Azhdaha basically has no rights because won't you think of the humans. Adepti originally start out with a flavor of being fairly alien in their thinking and don't interact with humans well at all, so them having a contract that forces them to prioritize humans is potentially meant to make sure they kill fewer people.

In that sense, the service Zhongli provides is that he doesn't execute all their asses for imprisoning random people in amber and shit like that, I guess?

But they really did not keep any of this consistent.

Which isn't surprising. Genshin never cares about consistency, which is why its lore might be cool but its worldbuilding is pretty awful.

In regard to worshipping foreign gods, its presumably possible. I do recall there's a Sumeru NPC who also prays to Barbatos, though other NPCs near him didn't seem thrilled with that. On the whole, Genshin is hardly going to ever create a tense enough situation where there's acknowledged religious or national fervor that could lead to people getting genuinely targeted for acting in a way that's not seen as socially acceptable. But logically speaking, it's not even just plain "following a minority religion" deal, these gods are also the government and immediately present divine rulers. Barbatos isn't around and Morax is pretty chill, but like imagine if you want to make a shrine to a different god next to your house. How is that going to go over? If you apply just basic "how humans act about things" from the real world.....

[mdmraz]

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UNEDITED

Nervousness ate at the [H/C]-haired girl as she walked through the busy streets of Tokyo's shopping center. She had managed to gather enough courage to call and inform Yaga earlier in the morning about her arrival, to which he seemed pretty neutral about – to Y/Ns dismay.

She was seriously regretting coming back to Japan.

"Luciana, are you sure it was a good idea for me to come back?" Y/N spoke over the phone with a weary tone, unconsciously bitting her nails as she felt restless from fear and worry.

The older woman sighed loudly, "Bambina, I told you countless times! You're already there, what does it matter!?" her thick Italian accent was anything but unnoticeable as she spoke, frustration dripping with every word that came out of her mouth.

Luciana Bianchi was a powerful sorcerer who had been Y/Ns caretaker for the last three years, helping and guiding her through her mission across Europe.

She knew the younger's worries and fears, the poor teen had been abandoned by her own family and since she'd always worried about being left again. It broke Bianchis heart at the thought to the point she couldn't even finish her own mission, the real reason why Y/N had gotten sent to Europe.

After three years, Luciana thought it was enough torture for the both of them and sent her back to Japan.

Deep down, she really hoped that Y/N would not be executed. She had a feeling that if the curse were to awaken, the [H/C]-haired girl would take it into her own hands and deal with it in whatever way she could.

"Where are you, Y/N?"

"Uh...at the meeting point... I think I should go back, Luci."

The elder woman sighed again, "Y/N, trust me, they're more than estatic to see you again. That white-haired porca puttana especially." her voice grew softer as she reassured her student.

Said girl chuckled at her choice of profanities before heaving a big breath, "Okay. I'll call you later, yeah?"

"Of course, bambina."

"Bye, Luci. Love you."

"Love you too."

With a small unsure exhale Y/N gathered the courage to turn the corner and head to the shop Gojo would be waiting for her at.

The sound of her footsteps echoed through her ears accompanied by the chater of people and engines of vehicles. Saying she was horrified was an understatement.

Three people lounged in boredom in front of a souvenir shop as they waited upon what their teacher told them to be 'a suprise'. At first, two of the three students were exhilarated to find out what their teacher had in stock – that was until they ended up waiting an hour and thirty minutes for their teacher to show up.

"Why so down?" his voice made the students glare at him, "It's 30 degrees and we've been waiting on you for two hours!" the dark ginger was first to complain as she faned herself with her neatly polished hand.

A sniker escaped Gojo as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Don't worry too much. She's almost here."

The three quirked their brows at his words, the pinkette was about to speak up until an unfamiliar voice spoke up, "Been a while, yeah?"

Gojo, along with his students turned around, facing a [H/C]-haired girl who stood with a hand to her hip.

"Y/N! Welcome back." The snowy-head teacher smiled and extended his arm out, motioning to his other three students, "Say hi."

[E/C] eyes bore into the black blindfold with an unreadable glint before shifting to meet with a familiar pair of green, her jaw immediately slacking as she saw who was infront of her, said male following her exact expression.

"Zenin."

"Tsukuyomi."

Both of them say in unison before scoffing, "You know I'm not a Zenin. Why are you still bitter about it."

"Once a Zenin always a Zenin."

"Then the same could be said about you..." Megumi muttered under his breath with crossed arms, but before Y/N could retaliate the pinkette spoke up.

"I'm Itadori Yuuji!" he extended his hand out, to which the girl only stared at him with an unimpressed expression, "That's Kugisaki Nobara." Yuuji pointed towards the ginger next to him, feeling awkward .

"Y/N. Pleasure to meet you."

With the clap of his hands Gojo managed to get everyones attention, "Lets get lunch and head back to JJT."

"So, you're already a student at Tech?" Itadori spoke through a stuffed mouth, making Fushiguro sigh and Nobara stare in disgust.

"Yeah, I managed to get in before going on a mission overseas for three years."

"No way! You must be super strong!" The girl shrugged in response as she sipped her drink, making Megumi roll his eyes. He always hated how she acted humble.

Everyone knew she was strong, she herself knew, but she'd always disagree when someone would mention it and it made Fushiguros blood boil.

The two had hated each other since childhood, at least Y/N did. He never understood why she was so hostile towards him, even the first time they met.

Even Y/N herself wasn't so sure as to why her whole body and mind reacted negatively towards him. Maybe she was jealous? Jealous that he could live his life without being under the pressure and hatred of his clan. Jealous that Gojo chose to take care of him when he already had her. Jealous that he was here these past three years, jealous that he knew what happened while she was gone.

But...no. Y/N doesn't get jealous. Fushiguro was just naturally irritating.

The way back to Tech was mostly quiet, except for Itadoris questions and Y/N half-assed answers.

"So what clan are you from?"

"Tsukuyomi."

"What're your cursed techniques?"

"Moon/Lunar manipulation."

"Does your clan actually have red eyes?"

"Sometimes."

"What did you do on your mission in Europe?"

"Exorcise curses."

"Where in Europe did you go?"

"Italy, Austria, Germany, UK."

"How-"

"Do you ever shut up?" Y/Ns [E/C] eyes flashed crimson as she glared at Yuji, her eye twitching in annoyance at his bothersome and aggravating interrogation.

Itadoris own brown eyes widened in awe at the flash of red and a huge smile found its way on his face, "Wow! It's really true! Your eyes do flash red sometimes!"

"I want to see!" Nobara butted in, pushing Itadori away from the other female by his face as she stared deeply into her irritated eyes. "They're not red, dumbass!"

"But they were for just a quick second! Trust me!"

The Tsukuyomi stared at the two bickering, highly disapproving. She really wondered how Jujutsu Sorcerers expectations got so low.

Gojo quietly watched Y/N, the moment Itadori had mentioned her eyes flashing crimson he turned around, his attention piqued. He needed to keep a close eye on her now that she was back. With being back in Japan, much had changed, and he had to make sure Y/N took it well, without letting her emotions run unruly.

The seal on her was weakening by each passing day, it would only be a matter of time before it breaks completely. And Satoru was terrified of what would happen. He already had Sukuna and Yuji on his hands, also training the other first years, the second years too, and of course the higher-ups on his ass.

In all honesty he just wanted – no, needed a break.

"Say, Y/N, how do you know Fushiguro-san?"

The two clan rivals glance at each other, Tsukuyomi quick to give him the stink eye before facing the pinkette, "Gojo acquainted us as children."

"But you don't seem to get along?"

"That's why she said acquainted, idiot."

Gojo chuckled to himself at the discussion, sometimes he regretted introducing the two to each other.

"Y/N-san, can I ask you another question?"

"As long as it's not stupid."

"Why does Sukuna-"

"Itadori, I think you've asked enough questions," Gojo interrupted, the moment 'Sukuna' slipped out of the first years mouth he knew what he was going to say so he shut him up as quickly as possible, "How would you feel if someone, a stranger to be exact asked you so many questions?"

Said male pouted at his teachers words, apologizing to Y/N before going back to bugging Nobara.

Confused [E/C] eyes shoot up to look at the white-haired mans back, she wasn't dumb enough to not catch on to what Satoru had done. And what was this about Sukuna?

She was itching to know what Yuji wanted to ask her, and why he had mentioned Sukuna out of everyone and everything.

She'd have to ask later, once Gojo was out of sight. Since whatever it was, he didn't want her to know. He was hiding something.

And whatever he was hiding, no one knew about it.

Or that's what Y/N thought.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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A/N: first of all wanted to thank you all for the love on "red moon", like oh my god?!?! im actually really surprised it got so much attention but nonetheless grateful. this chapter kinda sucks, i swear it'll get better by time. this is my first story, english is not my first language and neither is it thoroughly studied in my country, especially the writing, so i apologize for any mistakes or sentences that dont make much sense. my brains kinda fried so i cant really make or think of the most coherent sentences but i still hope you all enjoy, lots of love from raz. ♡