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because for no reason, i just wanna write about some fucked up shit:
Let’s talk about Seth.
Now face value what you see if pretty much what you get: he’s goofy, kind of obnoxious, and while he’s definitely hiding a few things, doesn’t seem like anyone you should not take at face value.
And yet, while he is those things, he also has a lot of issues.
To start off--and this is admittedly something he’s working on--but he actually hates himself. A Lot. It’s partially a guilt complex from his dad passing away when he was little, to his mom just dumping him with his grandmother and abandoning him, but he never really felt like he was Enough. And he hated that, and hated himself for that.
And SPEAKING of his mom! He, uh, killed her. Like recently killed her super dead. And to make it even more fucked up, he not only killed her, but sealed her soul in a magical tarot card, so that she can never move on. Like. Wow.
Last thing on his lift of bullshit is his inferiority complex towards Hayden. Now, this isn’t something he can really help, and he is getting better on it, but it’s not a secret that Hayden’s powers are more powerful than Seth’s. And even though Seth shakes it off easily, he does have some moments where he thinks “I’m older, I was actually taught about my powers, how’s he so much better?”
#Seer HC;;#this is random and for no reason other than i just wanna talk about him#my boy is fucked up and you wont know until you get Really close to him for him to just. admit it#and i love him. he's getting better#especially now bc he has draco in his life#who's arguably just as if not more fucked up#it makes for good brotherly bonding
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#I wish I could write this fic#but I just can’t because my brain can’t think about Tim without him just sliding right past it#he has the fortune of not being my hyperfixation but that means I can’t. write this fic.#I just want a fic where it was acknowledged that Tim was brought up in an era where they victim blamed that dead kid#that his favourite Robin was dick and that he had a very very good and sweet brotherly relationship with Robin numero uno#that all he knew about Jason was that he was reckless and he died and that very often Tim came out of it thinking he was going to do better#Jason was a lesson to be learnt and that was underlined it for their characters#I have no idea where the whole Jason was Tim’s Robin thing came from#because in a lonely place of dying it was always always Dick#I’m sure that’s also repeated a thousand fold in many comics since#if they were to have a friendly relationship post jason resurrection it should not come with the mistake of thinking#from the mistake of thinking tim had any positive feelings or ideas about Jason#I have my own ideas but I also believe it’s stupid that they keep trying to get these two to bond in particular#when it makes the least sense#I need everyone to get on the same page about Jason’s writing because what the fuck is happening man#do comics writers talk to each other at all? do they read the comics of the characters they have to write?#I need to know behind the scenes that Jason’s first line intro is not just:#former batman protege that died with a chip on his shoulder and likes to kill#or whatever bs the writers have to extrapolate from#tired#can you tell I’ve been trying to read knight terrors or what’s it called#negativity#rant
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Dick and Tim would be REALLY good on reality tv,,, they're both charismatic (please do not forget that Tim makes friends/allies easily just like Dick can), handsome, CLEVER, and know how to play to a persona. i think they'd go on shows for fun and to de-stress. like one too many things piss them off in their daily lives and they could pretty much get a vacation from it just to go on these shows. no one in the family can talk to them and they get to annoy people, crack jokes, and get fun puzzles in the form of a literal puzzle or figuring out social dynamics of the other players.
sometimes they go on shows by themselves but mostly use it as a brotherly bonding activity. if it's a show where they can be a duo they're GOING to do it. and they're going in to play to a storyline, not to win. they don't need the money, they don't need the publicity, they just want to have fun. sometimes if they figure out that everyone on the show sucks and they get competitive, they'll win. but mostly their goal is "how can we make the funniest plot line look the most natural." or something like that. i know a producer LOVES to see them coming. i bet EVERYONE tunes in when they're on a show because they're fucking hilarious even if half of what they say are inside jokes. the rest of the family watches and they KNOW what those shits are pulling, they have betting pools where they guess what the two are gonna do next, they're the FIRST to make memes for both internet and for the family group chats.
one time they convinced Bruce to go (it's been many a years since he really had to play up the Brucie role, cause he's a dad now and the older he gets the more people expect him to mellow out, and even back when he was full Brucie, reality TV wasn't his thing). it was one of those survival based shows where you come is as a team and try to win together. Bruce got lost in the woods after going on a hike. The camera men literally lost him and Tim and Dick were playing it up for the camera. Dick cried and invited the other teams to a funeral. Tim had a speech that was basically "I think he's fine but this is my perfect opportunity to embarrass my dad with stories." The producers were like "we fucking killed Bruce Wayne oh my fucking god" and Bruce shows up at the funeral like "oh what a beautiful service my boys are so great." They won by pure luck and circumstances and they were actively TRYING to lose that game. They were gobsmacked at the end and everyone uses the moment they looked at each other in confusion and shock as reaction gifs
#their fans make edits and it genuinely haunts the rest of family if they get them on their fyp#tho if steph gets an edit of tim she sends it to all of tim's friends#erinwantstowrite#tim drake#dick grayson#bruce wayne#reality tv#i'd write this fic for fun because im weirdly fixated with shows like this#i'd also love to write an au where at least one of them is an actor#on a really dramatic show#i think i need more fics exploring the Wayne side of their lives#for the funsies
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may I request headcanons of the overblot boys + Adeuce reaction to a younger yuu that tells them that they’re like a big brother to them? Platonic obviously—
thank you!
awww ofc!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ brotherly (again!)
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, short
Having been torn from your home, separated from your family and friends, and spit back out in a new place with new people, isn't really as fun as it sounds.
After months at NRC, though, you've managed to make yourself a life here. A new home, new friends, even new family.
Now, sitting close to the person you've become fondest of, you let slip that you seem him as a brother.
His reaction?
I am of the (kind of depressing) opinion that Riddle's life would be much better if he had a sibling. he hasn't really thought about it, per se, but he's always had this feeling...
so, when you tell him as much, he just... 🥺🥺 you know?
he's in protective brother mode from this moment on (for better or worse, lol)
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the bond you have with Ace and Deuce has gone unspoken, but all of you know what it is. you saying it, though, makes it all the more real
as warm and tender of a moment as it is, Ace still feels the need to make a joke about how sappy you're being (affectionately, of course), and Deuce can only hum with excitement at the acceptance and warmth between the three of you
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admittedly, Leona is a little... put off. at least, he is at first. he doesn't exactly have a great relationship with his own brother, and with no other examples to go off of, it feels kind of like an insult
he... gets what you mean, though
and, reluctant as he is to be so vulnerable, he'll say you're just as much of an annoying little sibling to him
lovingly, of course
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Azul had friends before you... kind of... but none as near and dear to him. he could never quite explain what this feeling was until you said it
ah... that's it. family. he almost feels embarrassed, being so vulnerable all of a sudden, and he can barely get out that he feels the same way
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Jamil has younger siblings already, and he could tell the two of you were forming a similar bond before you said as much. he'd caught himself treating you just how he treats his sister on multiple different occasions (for better or worse, lol), and...
he's glad that you're here with him. that's all he'll say... for now
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many people would think you'd have to hit your head to say something like that to the Vil Schoenheit
he's untouchable! he's godlike! he's... lol. just kidding. he's quite fond of you, too, and hearing those words come from you is better than any amount of likes, any award or role. you're his favorite person, after all
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dude, are you trying to make Idia cry??? because he will! and then he'll bubble-wrap you and Ortho so you can never go anywhere or get hurt ever
he... has some things to work through. obviously. but, really, he and Ortho have basically adopted you already, so hearing you say it... in a good way... call him cringe, but he could get a little emotional over that
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you think of Malleus as your brother? then you must also think of Silver the same way. and Sebek... would you be interested in adoption, because Lilia-
yeah. you get it. welcome to the family, lol. Malleus has already decided you're his best friend forever and ever, and hearing you call him family... hohhh that overblot is going to hit hard when you guys get there
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#riddle rosehearts x reader#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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When Bruce brought Mousy in, they had that new baby smell. The baby smell that always seems to be on few months babies. Which is exclusively why weekly cuddle huddles now exists in the manor. Just one day/half day in a week with the whole Batfam +Alfred huddled around in the living room under a giant pillow fort and they just relax and play with Mouse before eventually taking a short group nap to calm down a little bit from all the stress of vigilantism from the week.
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That's so sweet and cute. Allow me to show you what it looked like before they established the weekly cuddle huddle.
The Littlest Wayne: New Baby Smell
"The baby's gonna have a nose-shaped dent on top of their head if you keep doing that."
Bruce lifts his head just enough to press his cheek to the top of your tiny head instead, then settles back down into the couch. Tim rolls his eyes.
"How good even is the smell? They're a baby," he says, opening his hands. "B, my turn. Give."
"Hmm. Fine, but remember to support the head. They don't have any well-developed neck muscles yet."
Tim scoops you up and sniffs your face. Then he does it again at the crown. You make a low, curious noise, but otherwise don't care.
"What the hell, this is amazing." Tim turns and walks out of the room with you.
"Tim!" Bruce calls, offended. "Hello? Give me back my baby?"
"My baby now." Tim keeps walking and Bruce gets up and follows him until they're both in the day room. The teen sinks into the much more plush couch cushions and gently presses his nose to your head. "What do they do to babies to make this happen?"
"Google it. I'll hold them while you do," Bruce says, reaching for you again. Tim ducks away from his hands. "That was rude. Don't you have anything else to do today?"
"Cleared my schedule," Tim says. "I'm totally free. Don't need to do a thing but this." He sniffs you again. "Babies are so weird. Hey. Hey you. Yeah, hello, open your eyes. Hi! You're silly and weird and smell great. Do you know that?"
You squint, nose crinkling in irritation. Why is your warm bed being so noisy? You are tired. Silence, warm bed.
"You're bothering them. Give me the baby," says Bruce.
"You're bothering them. Go annoy one of your other kids. I'm getting my brotherly bonding in."
"Bothering? I love bothering people," Jason says, strolling into the room. "What are we doing?"
"Why are you here?" Tim asks.
"Cause I'm also nosy. Answer the question, Replacement."
After some gentle wheeling (read: Jason threatening to go declare himself alive just to make their already hectic schedules ten times worse), they tell him. Dick, who was passing by, hears this and peeks his head in, too, and it's not long before you're being passed around like a bong at a campfire so your family can get a hit of that new baby scent.
Damian finds his whole family another hour later, curled up in a big, careful pile around you and dozing.
"Ridiculous," the assassin mutters, whisking you away to be placed back in your crib. "Don't they know that smell is strongest at your head because it's coming from your brain, which you can only detect because your skull hasn't fully hardened yet? If you smell good, your parents won't want to abandon or kill you in favor of raising your stronger kin, thus greatly increasing your chances of survival. Classic evolutionary biology."
He lowers you back down into the crib. Instinctively, your tiny hand finds its way around his finger and grips it tight. Damian thumbs over the back of your hand for a moment, quickly checks over his shoulder, then leans down and sniffs your head.
"Bye," he mutters, gently prying his hand free and leaving you to rest.
#batfam x reader#littlest wayne au#bruce wayne#tim drake#jason Todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#alfred snapped a thousand photos and then kept it moving. he's busy.#🍨
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Meet & Greet... and more? Pt. 7
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Words: 2332 Click here for Part 6
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Max wasn’t just any friend - he was a fellow former racer, gaming buddy and part of Lando’s team at Quadrant. Their history went way back to their childhood karting days and today he was about to meet Lando’s new little family.
Noah’s eyes sparkled with wonder at the sight of the go-karts when they were walking through the track. Lando walked right behind him, holding Y/N’s hand and guiding the little boy gently with the other.
“There he is,” Lando said, spotting Max near the Quadrant camera setup, laughing with some of their other members. Max caught sight of Lando and his grin widened, making his way over with his usual easygoing stride.
“Mate, finally,” Max greeted, pulling Lando into a brotherly embrace, then stepping back to look at Y/N and Noah. “And you must be Y/N and Noah I’ve heard so much about!”
“Nice to finally meet you, Max,” Y/N smiled warmly. “Lando’s told us all about you.”
Max pulled her into a quick hug and then crouched down to Noah’s level, his smile widening. “Hey there buddy, you know, Lando told me you’re really good at video games. Maybe even better than him, right?”
Noah giggled shyly, looking up at Lando for confirmation. Lando chuckled and nodded. “He’s a natural, he can game for hours.”
Max straightened up, turning his attention back to Lando. “Speaking of which, remember the time we were doing that endurance karting race and you insisted on pushing the limits every lap?”
Lando groaned, already knowing where Max was headed. “Oh no, not this story…”
Max smirked, clearly enjoying the chance to embarrass his friend. “So there we were, in this all-night karting race and Lando here was determined to beat my lap times. It was the middle of the night, pitch dark and he somehow managed to miss the pit entry and ended up driving straight into the team’s camping tent!”
Y/N burst out laughing, covering her mouth in surprise, while Noah’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Did you really drive into a tent, Lando?” Noah asked, his voice filled with awe.
Lando sighed dramatically but couldn’t help but laugh along. “Yeah, it wasn’t my finest moment. But in my defense, it was dark and I was just trying to keep up with Max.”
“Always trying to outdo me, even in the most ridiculous ways,” Max laughed, clapping Lando on the back. “And let’s not forget the time you tried to film a stunt for Quadrant, only to slip and end up flat on your back, live in front of thousands of viewers!”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at Lando, who was now blushing slightly. “Oh, so you’ve always been this smooth, huh?”
Lando groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Max, you’re supposed to make me look good in front of Y/N, not tell her about every time I’ve messed up!”
“Come on, that’s what friends are for! Besides, you’ve got to stay humble, right?” Max just grinned, clearly loving every moment of this.
As they continued to chat, Max kept the stories coming, sharing tales of their karting days, their countless pranks on each other and the early days of Quadrant. With every story Y/N could see how deep their friendship ran and how much they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company.
Noah tugged on Max’s sleeve, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can we drive go-karts together sometime, Max?”
“Absolutely, buddy,” Max’s face lit up, “we’ll set up a special day just for you. Maybe I’ll even teach you some tricks, just don’t tell Lando!”
The day went on and after the video for Quadrant was all filmed they all ended up at Max’s place for the rest of the day. With every passing minute it became clearer and clearer that Noah and Max were hitting it off. The moment Max crouched down to Noah’s level the two seemed to form an instant bond. The little boy was fascinated by Max’s stories, his jokes and the way he talked to him like they were equals.
Lando watched them, a smile on his face, but there was a twinge of something else - something like jealousy - bubbling inside of him. He was thrilled that Noah and Max were getting along so well but he couldn’t help but feel a bit left out as his best friend and girlfriend's son formed their own little duo.
Y/N noticed the subtle shift in Lando’s mood and gave him a gentle nudge. “You okay?” she asked softly, a knowing look in her eyes.
Lando shrugged, trying to play it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect them to hit it off this well.”
“You know Noah adores you, right?” Y/N smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “He’s just excited to meet someone new who’s as cool as you.”
Lando chuckled, though he still felt a little pang of envy as he watched Max and Noah. The two were now huddled together, Max showing Noah how to use a racing simulator setup. Noah was completely enthralled, his little hands gripping the steering wheel as Max guided him through the basics.
“Look, Lando! I’m driving,” Noah called out, his voice filled with excitement.
Lando forced a smile and walked over, ruffling Noah’s hair. “You’re doing great, buddy,” he said, trying to shake off the feeling of being the third wheel.
Max glanced up at Lando, catching the hint of jealousy in his friend’s eyes. He smirked and teased, “don’t worry, mate. I’m not trying to steal your thunder. I’m just giving Noah a taste of the Fewtrell magic.”
Lando rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Just remember, I’m still his favorite.”
“We’ll see about that,” Max grinned, giving Noah a playful wink.
While Lando couldn’t deny that he was a little jealous he was also happy. Seeing Noah so happy and comfortable meant the world to him and he knew that Max was only adding to that joy.
Later that evening, as the sun began to set, Lando found himself sitting on a bench, watching as Max and Noah played a game of tag in Max’s backyard. Y/N sat beside him, her hand resting on his.
“You know, it’s okay to be a little jealous,” she said gently, reading his thoughts.
Lando sighed, leaning back. “I know. I guess I’m just not used to sharing my best friend - or my family.”
Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. “But that’s what makes it so special, right? You’re not losing anything, you’re just adding more love, more laughter and more memories.”
“You’re right,” Lando nodded, her words sinking in. “And honestly, seeing Noah this happy… It’s worth it.”
They watched Max chase Noah around and Lando felt the last of his jealousy melt away. In its place was a deep feeling of gratitude - gratitude for the people in his life who made every day brighter and for the moments that reminded him just how lucky he was.
“Lando,” Noah called out, running over to him with Max close behind. “Come play with us!”
Lando grinned, standing up and reaching out to lift Noah into his arms. “Alright, alright. Let’s see if you two can keep up with me!”
Y/N watched the three of them run off with a smile, knowing that they were building something special.
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It was a sunny Sunday morning at the circuit a few weeks later and after the successful introduction of Y/N and Noah to his best friend Lando wanted to take the next big step: Introduce them to his parents. The moment had been on his mind for weeks and as he led them through the paddock he couldn’t help but feel nervous.
The three of them walked together, Noah in the middle holding each of Y/N and Lando’s hands. He was taking in the buzz of the race weekend and the people rushing around. His tiny hand tightened around his mother’s fingers as they approached the McLaren motorhome where Lando’s parents, Cisca and Adam, were waiting.
“They’re really looking forward to meeting you both,” Lando said, offering a reassuring smile. He had told his parents about Y/N and Noah the day after they had started dating and they had been eager to finally meet the two people who had brought so much joy into his life. Today, five months later, the day was finally here.
As they reached the entrance, Lando spotted his parents just inside, chatting with a few members of the team. Cisca was the first to notice them, her face lighting up as she nudged Adam and made her way over.
“Lando,” she exclaimed, pulling her son into a warm hug. Lando grinned and returned the embrace before turning to Y/N and Noah. “Mum, Dad, this is Y/N and this little guy here is Noah.”
Y/N felt a flutter of nerves as Cisca turned her attention to her but the warmth in the older woman’s eyes immediately put her at ease.
“It’s so lovely to finally meet you, Y/N,” Cisca said, giving her a gentle hug. “Lando has told us so much about you both.”
Adam stepped forward shaking Y/N’s hand before crouching down to the boy. “So you are the famous Noah,” he said with a kind smile. “Are you excited to see the race?”
Noah nodded shyly, his big eyes fixed on the man in front of him. “Yeah,” he said softly before glancing up at Lando. “I want to see Lando win.”
Adam chuckled. “Well, we all do! How about we go find some snacks and get ready to cheer him on?”
Noah’s face brightened at the mention of snacks and he nodded enthusiastically. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her son warming up to Lando’s parents so quickly.
While they made their way through the motorhome Lando stayed close to Y/N, occasionally glancing over to see how she was doing. She seemed more relaxed now and the sight of her laughing at something Cisca had said made him happy.
Cisca and Adam were instantly charmed by Noah’s curiosity and sweetness and Y/N found herself feeling more and more at ease as the morning went on. She could see where Lando got his kindness and sense of humor from.
Later, after they had all settled into their seats in the family area, Noah found himself a bit restless. The excitement of the day and the overwhelming sights and sounds of the racetrack were a lot for a four-year-old to take in. He fidgeted in his seat, his small hands gripping the edge as his eyes followed the blur of cars speeding by on the track.
Cisca noticed and leaned over with a warm smile. “Would you like to sit with me, Noah?” she asked softly, her voice gentle and inviting. Noah hesitated for a moment, glancing up at his mom. Y/N nodded encouragingly and with that silent approval Noah shuffled over to Cisca.
“There we go, sweetheart,” Cisca said, lifting him onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him securely as he settled against her. The connection between them was immediate, as if he had always been part of the family.
Noah relaxed almost instantly, his earlier nervousness melting away in the comfort of her embrace. He leaned back against her, his tiny body fitting perfectly in her lap, and gazed out at the track with wide eyes.
Cisca, noticing his gaze was still intent on the cars, pointed to the track. “Do you see Lando? He’s driving really fast! And we’re here to cheer him on, aren't we’?”
Noah nodded vigorously, his small hands gripping the edge of the seat as he leaned forward a little, as if that would help him see Lando’s car better. “Go, Lando, go!” he shouted, his voice ringing out clear and strong above the noise of the cars.
Cisca laughed softly and she gently rocked Noah as they both watched the race. Every time Lando’s car zoomed by Noah would point and cheer, his little voice growing hoarse but full of excitement.
Adam, sitting next to them, couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He exchanged a glance with Y/N, who was watching them obviously relieved. It was clear that seeing Noah so happy and comfortable with Lando’s parents was a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
The race continued and Cisca and Noah formed a little routine. She would point out different things on the track, explaining them in simple terms that Noah could understand and he would respond with questions. It was as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.
At one point the boy looked up at Cisca, his big, innocent eyes searching hers. “Can we always watch Lando’s races together?” he asked, his voice filled with the kind of sincerity only a child could have.
“Of course we can, Noah,” she replied, kissing the top of his head. “We’re a team now and teams stick together.”
Noah beamed at her answer, turning his attention back to the track with renewed excitement. The race neared its end and Noah remained on Cisca’s lap, nestled comfortably against her. He was still full of energy, his little body practically buzzing and when Lando crossed the finish line the entire family erupted into cheers.
Cisca hugged the boy tightly while Adam reached over to ruffle Noah’s hair affectionately. “Looks like we’ve got a future racer in the family,” he joked, making everyone laugh.
Y/N, watching the exchange, felt a tear slip down her cheek, quickly brushing it away before anyone could notice. She had always hoped that whoever came into her life would accept Noah as their own but to see Lando’s family not only accepting but also embracing her son with open arms was more than she could have ever dreamed of.
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A/N: Cisca's surprise visit yesterday was just so fricking cute 😍 so I decided to expand by 2 more chapters, I just love writing this series way too much, so stay tuned for Part 8!
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The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Chapter Twenty-Seven
Summary: Y/n's clairvoyance is a gift from the Mother, but it feels more like a curse. With the power to gain knowledge through touch alone, Y/n holes herself up in The Alcove and hopes her powers and parentage will remain a secret. But things will change after the Summer Solstice ball and a chance encounter with a certain Shadowsinger.
Warnings: Violence, suggestive content
The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Masterlist
Masterlist of Masterlists
Two months. Two. Fucking. Months. Cassian shook his head, almost impressed.
Quite literally two fucking months.
Cassian’s breath caught in his throat. He half-coughed, half-laughed up the wine he’d been drinking. Nesta thumped his back, a mischievous smirk plastered on her normally severe face.
Rhysand had finally gotten word that you and Azriel would be arriving… well, anytime now. Everyone had piled onto the House of Wind’s roof to await your return, the taste of new gossip already in the air.
Nesta lounged in Cassian’s lap, searching the horizon line for the tell-tale flicker of Azriel’s wings. Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor were too busy placing bets on which of the males — if any — would come out of the fight unscathed to stare at the sky.
“Fifty on Azriel.” Emerie said without hesitation.
There was a clatter of coins.
“I’ve got a good feeling about Helion. The paternal protectiveness might make him especially vicious.” Gwyn reasoned.
“Brotherly protectiveness may prove just as strong. If not stronger.” Was Mor’s opinion. “Lucien and Helion both won against Azriel last time.”
“Az wasn’t trying then.” Emerie argued back. “Sad male that he was.”
The father-son pair tried not to let their egos grow or be injured by the conversation happening so close by. Instead, they engrossed themselves in their third chess game of the morning. It was becoming rather tedious by now. Being the early risers — and overprotective males — that they were, they’d been waiting for hours in the training ring for the first sign of your return.
Alas, nothing so far.
A spread of breakfast plates cluttered the table they played on, silverware stacked neatly on porcelain plates. Save for the knives. Those were kept in close reach.
Rhysand tried to join in on the game, but the two males refused him time and time again. They knew better than to play with a daemati.
“Feyre, darling,” Rhys purred. “Won’t you indulge me?”
She smirked, but slid into her chair beside Nesta and Cassian, and across from her mate. She folded her finger neatly beneath her chin, her wall of adamant strong and impenetrable.
Rhys was about to make his first move — pawn to E4 — when a twinkle in Feyre’s eye told him they had visitors.
Cassian stood up straighter, a shit-eating grin already plastered on his face as he cupped his hand to his mouth and whooped.
A full house. You remarked as the House of Wind came into view above the city. Its red stone spires crawled into the sky. Reaching like outstretched fingertips.
The wind sang in your ears, ruffling your hair as you clung to Azriel.
Lucky us. You teased.
A muscle in Azriel’s jaw twitched at the flash of red hair and crown of black locs waiting on the roof.
Helion and Lucien rose slowly, twin smirks gracing their lips as they started unclasping necklaces and tying back their hair.
Is it too late to go back to the Cottage? Azriel growled, dropping to his feet on the House of Wind’s roof.
I’m afraid so. We’ve committed.
You slowly untangled yourself from Azriel’s hold and planted both feet on solid ground. He caught your arm before you could stray too far, tugging you back to his side and wrapping a wing around your shoulders.
“You’re baaaaaack!” Cassian sang, throwing his arm out in a gesture of welcome. “Gods have we missed you both. You especially, Y/n. You look lovely. The mating bond suits you.”
He winked seductively, blowing a kiss in your direction.
Azriel figured Cassian could do without his remaining arm.
“I hope Azriel sufficed for your first time.” Rhysand chimed in. His voice was liquid velvet. By now, Azriel had gone stone still — a dangerous look for the Shadowsinger. “But if you’re ever interested in sampling better fares, Cassian and I—”
Helion slammed into Azriel’s side before he could reach Rhysand, wrapping his powerful arms around Azriel’s middle and throwing him across the room where Lucien waited with fist pulled back.
Remember what we talked about.
Azriel was slippery and cool as he wove in and out between Helion and Lucien’s bodies. He threw out a collection of strikes that had blood splattering on the ground.
Nothing permanent. He growled.
Thank you.
“Did you see that?” Rhysand looked aghast as he settled deep into his seat. “He was going to hit me!” He flipped his cane end over end.
“He has no honor, brother.” Cassian agreed. But both had to admit, there was some satisfaction in getting to watch the fight instead of participating in it.
You slunk around the edges of the training ring, trying to avoid getting too close to the tumble of bodies that were being thrown around like rag dolls.
It would seem there was someone else trying to escape notice.
You blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here, High Lord?”
Eris Vanserra leaned against a stone pillar, foot propped up against the wall as he swirled a glass of wine between bejeweled fingers. Aside from the gold glittering on his knuckles and along his ears, he was dressed like a commoner. His brown riding boots were well-worn with love and his shirt was left open at the top to reveal scarred and freckled skin. He chuckled when Lucien slammed his fist into the side of Azriel’s face with a growl that rattled the columns.
“None of that High Lord business.” He said, swatting the air like the very term offended him. “Call me Eris.” He smiled sideways at you, never taking his full attention off the fight. “Lucien asked me to come as backup, and I would never pass up the opportunity to help my brother,” he glanced down at you and cocked his head to the side, “And my sister.”
“Is that what we are now? Siblings?”
He shrugged. “We always did want a girl in the family.”
You were about to ask who Eris meant by “we” when there came a loud bang.
Azriel held the shattered legs of a chair and Lucien kneeled on the ground, spitting splinters from his mouth.
“You’re doing your brotherly duty wonderfully.” Your words were drier than a desert.
Helion came to Lucien’s aide and used those powerful legs of his to drop kick Azriel in the chest and crack a rib… or two.
“I’m also here for the entertainment.” Eris winked.
When he turned back to the fight, Azriel was already staring at him, and he was livid.
“Ahhhh, that’s my cue.” He tousled your hair, earning a roar from Azriel as Lucien and Helion latched onto his arms and held the Shadowsinger back. “We’ll talk again later.”
He sauntered over to the trio, reared back his fist, and punched Azriel in the stomach.
Nesta waved you over from her spot at the table with Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, and Feyre. It was a safe enough distance away from the brawl, even if the glasses shook every time a body hit the floor.
“Leave the males to their fighting and eat. You must be starved.” Nesta slid over a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast slathered in a healthy amount of butter.
You hated that Nesta was right. The frenzy had left you with little patience for eating most days. You descended upon the food.
Gwyn was still watching the males. There was a strange fascination in her eyes as Helion spit out a mouthful of blood and Azriel punched Eris in the teeth. “I wonder how many wars could have been prevented if the males simply gathered in a room with their right hands and a ruler.”
Emerie snorted. “I reckon at least ten.”
Gwyn shook her head. “So.” She turned her attention to you and leaned in close. “How was it?” She did not speak the words quietly.
You blushed through a mouthful of eggs. “It was… very nice.”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Nesta shook her head so many times that flyaway strands of blonde hair escaped her coronet. “How was it?”
Cassian moved in close, resting his head on Nesta’s shoulder. “We want details.”
“Oh, stay out of this, Cass.”
The Lord of Bloodshed huffed when Feyre enclosed the females in a wall of silent air. He settled for laying his head against Nesta’s back, feeling the vibrations of her body as she spoke.
“We do want details. Spare us nothing.”
The females hovered, breaths held in their chests for every salacious detail you were certain to tell. Their excitement made them forgetful of one very important fact — you had always been, and likely always would be, very private.
You looked at Feyre and swallowed. “We um… We broke the windows at the Cottage and need them replaced.”
The females blinked.
“Which ones?” Feyre asked, arching a dark brow.
Azriel smiled at you from across the training ring, a trickle of blood spilling out from the corner of his lips as he wrestled Eris to the ground with his legs locked around the redhead’s neck.
“All of them.”
It was near noon when the fighting started, and the males still hadn’t ceased though the sun had set hours ago.
You walked onto the roof smothered in one of Azriel’s sweaters to escape the air’s chilly bite. This high up the mountains, the wind always whisked away heat like the sea to sand.
Scraps of fabric littered the ground. Bloodstains lay sprinkled across stone floors like salt. It was all to be expected after a mating frenzy, and it did not surprise you that Azriel had kept up with your father and brothers for so long, but, enough was enough. You wanted your mate back.
“Ahem,” You coughed loudly.
Azriel’s eyes flickered to you before you even opened your mouth. He had felt your presence before you’d even walked up the stairs and stepped onto the training mats.
My love. He sighed.
Eris got the last swing in, but he missed the Shadowsinger by a half-margin. Poor Lucien, who’d been holding back Azriel’s arm, got a fistful of gold rings instead.
Lucien’s head snapped back. “What the fuck, Eris?!” He stood grasping at his nose. Blood spilled out from between his fingers.
Eris winced. “Sorry, little brother.”
You made another little noise and the males shoved each other away, bodies sweaty and bloodstained. Eris’s shirt was ripped to shreds, barely hanging onto his narrow shoulders as he wiped the blood from his lips and grinned like a fox. Helion was missing a nose ring and the top tip of his ear. A bruise sprouted along Lucien’s cheeks courtesy of his brother.
But Azriel? The only evidence he carried of the fight was the thin line of dried blood between his lips. It was not unpleasant to look upon.
Less than ten seconds ago they’d been at each other's throats with tooth and nail. But as males were ought to do, once the fight was over they were quick to grumble half-hearted compliments and began picking jewelry and abandoned blades off the floor.
Azriel tipped his head towards you in the smallest of bows. When you held out your hand for him, he didn’t even bother walking to close the distance between you two. He winnowed directly to your side.
About time you finished. I’m ready for bed and I’d like to have my mate beside me.
I like it when you call me that. I like it when you call me yours.
You smiled softly at him, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. You didn’t think you’d ever tire of smiling at his hazel eyes.
You looked to the rest of your family. “Are you alright?”
“Don’t pretend to worry about us, dear Y/n.” Eris snorted. The smirk on his face was a friendly one, highlighting his handsome, but impish, features as he gathered his cloak from the corner of the room. He swung it around his shoulders, magically repairing his clothes with a flutter of red velvet. “We’re fine. And I would never pass up an opportunity to go toe-to-toe with the Shadowsinger.” He winked at Azriel, who only scowled in return.
That scowl turned into a barred teeth snarl when Eris brushed past you both.
His warm, amber eyes betrayed what you already knew from that brief moment of contact before he went off to his room — he hadn’t been lying when he said they always wanted a girl in the family.
“Goodnight, sister.” Lucien said, kissing your forehead. It took everything in Azriel not to pummel Lucien once more. Your brother’s eyes flickered up to the Shadowsinger. “And congratulations on your mating bond. Truly.”
You mouthed the words, Thank you, before accepting a final goodnight embrace from your father.
“It’s good to have you back.” He smoothed back your hair. Then Helion clicked his tongue and thumped Azriel on the shoulder. “Greedy little Shadowsinger. Keeping my daughter away for two months.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.
The pair soon disappeared down the hallway leaving you and Azriel to linger in the night’s silence alone.
The corner of Azriel’s mouth twitched — the only sign he was in any pain when you gently brushed against his ribs.
You smirked. It would seem that your family members had done a number on the Shadowsinger. He’d just been hiding it beneath layers of leather and male pride. What a shame that the females’ bets had been for nothing.
My Y/n, whose side are you on? He asked as you began unbuckling the gauntlets on his arms. Piece by piece, leather armor fell to the ground as steam curled up into the air. It never failed to amaze you how large Illyrian tubs were—and how long they took to fill.
I’m on both your sides.
That is a very noncommittal answer.
It’s a very judicious answer.
Azriel smiled, cheeks brushing against yours as he kissed the curve of your ear. I do agree you are anything if not sensible.
Azriel hummed in satisfaction as the last of his Illyrian leathers dropped to the floor. You knelt beside the tub, pouring in a concoction of oils as Azriel stretched out his wings. It was easy to admire the curve of his neck and the muscles of his back as his wings flexed open and close.
When he was deep beneath the waters, eucalyptus and lavender opening up his lungs, he asked you to clean his wings. It was heaven whenever you touched them. Your soft fingertips seemed to hold all the power in the world — the power to light his blood aflame like whiskey or to soothe him like a sleep draught. Tonight your touch was peaceful as he wrapped his mind around the bond and felt your souls melt and mix like gold.
This is to be our lives now. Azriel reminded himself once again.
You buried yourself beneath the covers and made a little noise of contentment that never failed to make his chest grow warm.
It is. You agreed. Would you like me to remind you?
It was a pattern of words you’d grown used to while at the Cottage. Azriel would marvel at the mating bond—the peace that came with it—and you would take to carefully kissing the expanse of his chest, his neck, his collarbones, until there wasn’t an inch of skin that hadn’t been painted by your gentle lips.
You began that ritual now, winding your way up his chest and ending at his eyelids. Black eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you finished performing the magic that was your love and devotion.
I love you, Azriel. You reminded him. You would remind him of that truth every day of your lives.
I love you too, Y/n. I adore you.
You settled into his side and Azriel draped a wing around your shoulders in a move that was as natural as breathing now. Heads bowed together, shadows curled close by, and scarred hands met scarred skin as he traced the curve of your spine.
The Shadowsinger and the Inkbird.
Together.
As they were always meant to be.
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Author's Note:
This is the last chapter before the epilogue y'all. I don't think I can say anything right now because it feels weird to be saying goodbye to this story so... I guess I'll save my thoughts and emotions for another time...
#the shadowsinger and the inkbird#azriel x reader#azriel x y/n#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x you#acotar fanfiction#azriel x reader slowburn#acotar#azriel x reader angst
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Howdy Ash! 🤠I love your art style it brings me much joy. I don’t read the comics anymore, only fanfics, but your art perfectly captures how I see them in my noggin. Jason is my blorbo boi. I live for fics of dick & Jays brotherly bond, do you have any fluffy fic recs? If you’re up for it could you draw a worried jay protecting an unconscious and injuried Dick? Toodles! ❤️
hiiii 🤠 good news is i’ll probably make a fic rec list again cuz i got another ask about it XD bad news is im not sure if i have any fluff in there…… but yeaH i have this from ages ago at this point idk when i’ll finish it so take it 🤲
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#prev in his defense he's tentatively trying to tell tommy he's worried about him and asks about his state #he's just terrible at it. poor arthur from this to taking the bullets to sneaking into his office to find out what's up w/ tommy #he wants to help so badly but my god does he suck at it #though one has to talk about how they are using their wives to talk about their feelings for each other #'you didn't tell lizzie' & 'you watch him linda you love him'
(via @normalbrothers)
peaky blinders — 5x01 created by steven knight
#yes yess !! that's what endears me about arthur he's always well intentioned specially towards tommy it makes him so loveable as a character#(despite their occasional conflicts and differences in handling situations ofc)#they have such an underlying brotherly bond and he's super loyal to him#the people who wanna do good for their loved ones but they suck at it will always be compelling to me and this is why he's my fav#though he sure has a funny way of comforting it makes me giggle#and he's always there for tommy and they have the most flavorsome one-on-one dialogues as well#and that part about their wives !!!#they project what they want to say to one another onto their wives like it's literally one of their unique love languages..insane stuff#they love each other so much it drives me unhinged ahsjja#tommy/arthur#peaky blinders#reblogs
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So I was thinking Jason kills he is one of the few members who are constantly breaking Bruce's code and if I had an older sibling or younger who is just constantly getting away with murder.
Who you gonna call Jason fucking Todd.
Dick gets a little too pissed off one night and kills a human trafficker. Hey little wing need a bit of a favor. Nevermind one night after too many nightmares calls him up and tells him all about Blockbuster. Jason's kill count is up by one and he's damn proud.
Now Tim can hide his own bodies he doesn't need help but it makes for good brotherly bonding. Soon they have a whole secret cemetery filled with League assassins. And if one night Tim decides as a show of good faith to gift a duffle bag with a clowns head that's no one's business.
Damian on the other hand doesn't even try like the annoying little brother he is drops heads at Jason's safe house. Will just even text him coordinates and tell him good luck. How he hides from Bruce, Jason has no idea. He even on occasion will kill people Jason was looking for and will bring them like a proud cat presenting a mouse.
None of the other bat kids ever do it Cass refuses to kill and sticks to it Duke keeps his options open but never needs his help.
On one hand he finds it annoying but in the deepest parts of him his brothers trust him enough with their dirty secrets, they lay their shame and anger at his door.
They trust him to guard their back and he never thought he would have that. So the next time a stupid bird calls he grabs his guns, then his shovels and walks out the door.
#tim drake#batfamily#jason todd#Jason kills the batboys use that#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne#bamf batfamily#batfam#bamf tim drake#bamf Jason Todd#dick Grayson kills#murderbrothers#bamf dick grayson#fuck morals none to be found#dead joker
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Headcanons of Tim and Damian’s Love/Hate/But-Mostly-Begrudging-Love Relationship (They’re My Babies)
They will take EVERY opportunity to be a little bitch to one another
Tim: “Don’t get too close to me. You probably have rabies.” Damian: *actually bites him*
Damian tripped Tim once, which started an all out prank war that lasted several months. It only ended when Bruce walked into a glue trap and couldn’t reach his phone to call for help. But he couldn’t figure out who put it there so they were both grounded. (It was Tim.)
Tim teaches Damian to finish his vine references when Bruce tells them they need to “bond.” They proceed to try and speak in exclusively vine references and TikTok sounds during patrol. Bruce benches them for his own sanity.
Damian: “I’m not touching you” *gets pushed down the stairs*
Tim: “I’m not in your room” *gets hit in the face with a book*
Tim calls Damian short even tho he’s only like two inches taller for quite a bit of time (and Damian never hears the end of it after Tim’s growth spurt)
Family Game Night could go in one of two ways: they’re opponents and spend the whole night one-upping each other OR they team up and wipe the floor with everyone else’s pieces
Damian: “Just trust me.” Tim: *remembering that one time Damian tried to kill him* “Okay.”
Tim: “Don’t ask questions.” Damian: *recalling the multiple genocidal Tim variants* “Whatever.”
During one Wayne Gala, they make up this game called Freestyle Checkers where they choose guests as their “pieces” then subtly manipulate them into walking to their opponent’s side of the ballroom without talking to someone from the other team or they’re out. No one can know that they’re part of a game or their opponent wins by default.
Bruce is proud of them at first for being more sociable during galas until he realizes what’s going on and immediately loses five years from his lifespan.
Both have attempted to fake their deaths to get out of the same school project
They’re both notorious for stalking people to get information instead of just…ya know…asking like a normal person. So they’re bound to team up one day.
Like maybe it’s Bruce’s birthday soon and both are like “No, I’m getting him the better present,” but then they run into each other in the vents trying to find out what he wants and they end up trading secrets. Just brotherly things
Tim: “I need you to follow this guy for me. I think he’s our culprit.” Damian: “I would rather die than take orders from you.” Tim: “I’ll buy you that fancy oil painting kit you want.” Damian: *already changing into his Robin gear* “Where is he?”
Tim makes Damian play the dumb, helpless kid in all of their covert operations, which pisses Damian off until he gets so good at it that he uses it to his advantage and annoys the hell out of Tim when they’re paired up for public appearances
“God, he’s so annoying.” “Yeah, totally.” “What the fuck did you say about my brother?”
Damian is the only person who can get Tim to actually sleep for once. No one knows how he does it, but the strongest theory so far is blackmail
Tim “I’m ignoring Bruce’s instructions because they failed the vibe check” Drake and Damian “I can totally do this mission that requires four people on my own” Wayne teaming up behind Bruce’s back and immediately getting into deep shit but somehow making it out alive with the bad guys behind bars.
During one of said missions, they thought they were going to die and said “I love you” to one another. After they survived, they silently agreed to never mention it again.
Damian gifts Tim a new board that he designed for his birthday. It took weeks. Tim cries
#tim drake#damian wayne#batfam#dc#dc robin#red robin#robin damian#batfamily#incorrect batfamily quotes#they love each other#dc universe#damian al ghul
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Dpxdc Au: As Danny gets more comfortable as a “long term roomie” in Wayne Manor, he starts to have freinds over. Aka psychopomp AU
Danny decided to take Batman’s deal upon the JL shut down of the GIW and Fenton Labs. He’d been working with the various heroes for a minute while they pursued the illegal government branch and his mad scientist parents- when it was clear he wasn’t going to have a home to return to, the Bat said he had a civilian contact that could help him and Jazz.
Jazz was honestly so relieved that they wouldn’t have to start from zero in her college town- how could Danny possibly say no when it took so much stress off of his sisters plate? Begrudgingly, he gets back to the Big Bad Bat and gets the contact info for one Bruce Wayne. Adoption is refused but, Jazz and Danny are invited to stay for how ever long they need to get their feet under them.
Danny keeps a lot of distance between himself and the other kids in the house, only coming to the meals that Jazz also attends. She’s pretty busy with classes during the day but it’s becoming clear that she’s also spending “quality time” with one of the older guys that stops by for dinner. Jazz advocates that he start to integrate himself or find a local community and after months of being a shit about it- Danny agrees to make new friends. He never said they would be alive tho.
Thus, Danny becomes Gothams local psychopomp. He just starts inviting the Shades of the unavenged for tea time in the west wing gardens. Alfred is always happy to supply tea and snacks, Danny doesn’t understand how the man doesn’t have more questions but is going to push his luck by asking. Wayne Manor is high key becoming the most haunted spot in the city and it’s starting to show.
Tim is the first to notice the changes in the Manor- he’s always been the smartest detective- and joins Danny at one of his tea times. What he hears Danny and the vague shape of a man talk about… is an old cold case. Holy shit, he’s got a break through.
Jason is the next to show up, but not because of the flickering lights or cold air, because he’s just maybe the teensiest bit interested in Jazz. Danny initially ignores him but seeing as the shades are all quivering in fear, Danny sighs and ultimately tries to figure out this dudes “whole undead deal”. Jason just wants to know what her favorite meal is but Danny will only exchange information for information. Jason gives him an abridged version of his death and rebirth- He walks away knowing Jazz’s preferred take out orders, favorite brand of tea and the cafe she likes to study at.
It’s going well honestly- Danny is having quality time with the ghosts in the city, the city is repaying him in good karma and Jazz is too occupied with the zombie to get on his case about not making human friends.
Then one of the batkids gets overshadowed and it results in… reveals? Drama? Friendship? Actual brotherly bonding?
#dcxdp#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc crossover#dp crossover#anger management ship#Danny is adopted AU#Danny is a psychopomp#write in the other sibling interactions lmao#duke is hella not sure what this guys deal is but he straight up refuses to go to the west wing during ‘tea time’
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A couple more playlist suggestions that I thought of only after I sent the ask. orz I hope you like at least some of them!!
Yonji @ Sanji
"The Lament of Eustace Scrubb" by The Oh Hellos
"Be My Escape" by Relient K
"Start Again" by RED
Yonji @ Judge
"Monster" by Starset
Yonji @ his family right before he left
"Goodbye" by Ramsey
Yonji @ his family after he left
"Echoes of You" by Marianas Trench
So I discovered this AU about 5 hours ago and it has me in a chokehold. Your Yonji is a precious bean and he must be protected at all times, and Sanji being a big brother is everything I didn't even know I wanted. <3 I hope you don't mind the influx of questions I have after going through the whole tag.
So speaking of Sanji being a big brother, have he and Yonji ever hugged? If so, what prompted it? Is Yonji more touchy-feely than Sanji in general, or are they both pretty touch-averse?
How does Yonji fight? Did he develop his own style of fighting after leaving Germa 66, much like Sanji did, or does he still fight the way he did when working under Judge? Is he still really good at fighting, or does he easily become a nonfunctional, overwhelmed mess, bombarded on all sides with everyone's heightened and fraught emotions?
Does Yonji's prosthetic arm have attachments and hidden weapons? How does he upkeep it? Does he know how it works decently enough do to it himself, or does he have a mechanic that he goes to for tuneups?
Who taught Yonji tailoring and fashion? Sanji had Zeff to help him become a master chef, so did someone take Yonji under their wing in a similar fashion? Or is he entirely self-taught?
Does Yonji ever feel bad for leaving his brothers and sister behind? Unlike Sanji, who had normal human emotions from the get-go, Yonji's been on both sides of the fence, and he knows what it's like to be the sociopathic killing machine their father turned them into. Does he wish there was some way to trigger what happened to him in them as well? Do he and Sanji ever talk about their family? We know Sanji was the only one to regularly go and visit their mother, but do you think Yonji has any memories of her as well? Does he beg Sanji for stories about her?
Where does Yonji live? Does Sanji swing by to visit him every so often, or do they keep in touch by air mail, does Yonji join the Strawhats or just travel with them?
Does Sanji ever have a "O shit, I think I might actually love him" moment when it comes to Yonji? It could be something domestic like laughing together in Sanji's kitchen they work together to prepare a meal, or something like seeing Yonji about to be injured or even killed in the middle of a fight and going "This is the only little brother I've got, not on my watch, dammit!"
Lastly, do you have any songs in mind for you AU, aside from the ones you've used for your animatics? Some that came to mind for Yonji are:
"Stray Italian Greyhound" by Vienna Teng
"To Be Human" by Sia
"Zephyrus" by The Oh Hellos
"Stigma" by V
And I think "Soap" by The Oh Hellos maybe fits Sanji's feelings toward having his brother back in his life and being willing to extend a second chance to him after seeing how he's changed.
Holy shit that's a long ask! Lemme see...
So speaking of Sanji being a big brother, have he and Yonji ever hugged? If so, what prompted it? Is Yonji more touchy-feely than Sanji in general, or are they both pretty touch-averse?
They've hugged, mostly at WCI arc. But for the most part they're touch adverse (despite being touch starved). Yonji enjoys instigating physical affection to anyone but he's not great at taking it.
How does Yonji fight? Did he develop his own style of fighting after leaving Germa 66, much like Sanji did, or does he still fight the way he did when working under Judge? Is he still really good at fighting, or does he easily become a nonfunctional, overwhelmed mess, bombarded on all sides with everyone's heightened and fraught emotions?
Yonji very rarely fights anymore. He usually quickly gets overwhelmed and becomes a mess, yes, due to all of the emotions. Whenever he gets into a fight he loses control of his Haki and it's a bad time. However, if he has a goal, (protecting someone, getting something etc.) he can power through it. His fighting style is still mostly brute force punching because he hasn't learned any other way. However, when he joins the Revs, he gets taught to be more smart about it.
Does Yonji's prosthetic arm have attachments and hidden weapons? How does he upkeep it? Does he know how it works decently enough do to it himself, or does he have a mechanic that he goes to for tuneups?
It used to! He broke a lot of them/refuses to use them. He knew how it worked enough to keep it functional up until he meets the Strawhats and upon finding the frankly horrendous state of the prosthetic, Franky helps make Yonji a new one, specialized for tailoring! He rarely gets issues with the new are but if he does he can usually troubleshoot himself or attempt to contact Franky.
Who taught Yonji tailoring and fashion? Sanji had Zeff to help him become a master chef, so did someone take Yonji under their wing in a similar fashion? Or is he entirely self-taught?
For the most part, he's self-taught! Maybe I'll give him a mentor but I'm usually pretty adverse to making OCs for my AUs. Hmmmmm. He definitely had a training arc under some big name shops at one point though.
Does Yonji ever feel bad for leaving his brothers and sister behind? Unlike Sanji, who had normal human emotions from the get-go, Yonji's been on both sides of the fence, and he knows what it's like to be the sociopathic killing machine their father turned them into. Does he wish there was some way to trigger what happened to him in them as well? Do he and Sanji ever talk about their family? We know Sanji was the only one to regularly go and visit their mother, but do you think Yonji has any memories of her as well? Does he beg Sanji for stories about her?
*smacks yonji on the head* This good boy can fit so much guilt complex in him! He's guilty about everything all the time! Yes, he does want to help Ichiji and Niji, which comes into play post WCI. While Sanji and Yonji tend to avoid talking about Judge or their siblings, Sora has been brought up before. I know I haven't mentioned it on tumblr yet, but I sometimes draw Yonji with a necklace, which is supposed to be a trinket of Sora's that Reiju gave to him when Yonji ran away. Yonji's memories of Sora is hazy and he pretty torn up about it. Yeah, he asks Sanji for stories about her. <3
Where does Yonji live? Does Sanji swing by to visit him every so often, or do they keep in touch by air mail, does Yonji join the Strawhats or just travel with them?
He lives on this random island along the Grandline! Something kinda like Saboady or Hand Island. The Straw Hats (specifically) Sanji has visited few times post the initial meeting but Yonji does not actively travle with them. He might had, like, one adventure with them but otherwise he's not part of the crew or anything. He does get the SH's den den mushi number and keeps in touch that way. Occasionally he'll send packages- usually at the behest of Sanji at the behest of Nami, lol. Later, Yonji ends up getting roped into joining the Revs and he splits his time between being at his shop and at Baltigo.
Does Sanji ever have a "O shit, I think I might actually love him" moment when it comes to Yonji? It could be something domestic like laughing together in Sanji's kitchen they work together to prepare a meal, or something like seeing Yonji about to be injured or even killed in the middle of a fight and going "This is the only little brother I've got, not on my watch, dammit!"
YES! Specifically Yonji crying and gushing about how good Sanji's cooking is. Yonji is a little foodie and while he can't cook to save his life, he does happen to know a good bit about how food gets made and really learned to appreciate the effort that goes into cooking. Sanji is not normal over this fact. He has the "Don't touch my brother!" moment at WCI screaming at Judge. Which sends Yonji into a blubbering mess. (A lot of things happen WCI lmfao.)
Lastly, do you have any songs in mind for you AU, aside from the ones you've used for your animatics?
My ass doesn't actively listen to a whole bunch of music but I have made a playlist for this AU! The vibe mostly is like upbeat songs with sad lyrics lol.
Forgive my terrible terrible taste in music:
Thank you for the songs! Gonna snag 'em and add 'em to the playlist hehe.
Also, thank you for the ask!!!! <3 <3
#one piece#good yonji au#xi asks#xi replies#tysm for answering!!#I know it was a long ask so i wasn't expecting an answer straightaway so this was a nice surprise!#poor boys need so many hugs :((( I hope they start giving each other more after WCI#makes perfect sense that Yonji barely fights anymore even if he still knows how#being an empath must suck man :(#as would fumbling along for years on a semi-functional prosthetic sheesh I hope Franky read him the riot act for letting it get that bad#never again sir!!#oooo a mentor OC! hey man you need help with OC making just lemme know I will be more than happy to help!!#currently picturing a sweet but no nonsense old lady who is super knowledgeable and skilled in her craft#because the Vinsmoke siblings deserve a grandma dammit#and I think she'd be pretty nonthreatening when it comes to Yonji's triggers#she's not a harsh older man like his father or someone he would be tempted to simp over#at least those be my initial thoughts idk I'M JUST THINKING OUT LOUD#he needs so much therapy fr. I do remember seeing that necklace. at least he has something of his mother's to remember her by#i'm glad Sanji tells him stories can be a brotherly bonding activity <3#asfdjhlrjlkwajrklwa the way to Sanji's heart is by complementing his cooking good to know XDD#Yonji probably never got to eat Sanji's cooking before either so he's probably amazed at all the miraculous things Sanji can do with food#I wonder if Sanji has a similar moment when it comes to Yonji and textiles#ooooo a playlist!! I see Ghost by Mystery Skulls on there nICE#ooo and a song by Henry I don't think i've seen interesting#thanks for adding some of my own songs too! <3
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Character(s): Crosshair, reader, just the entire batch
Genre: fluff, romance, tiiiiiiiiny bit of angst?? (Crosshair thinks you say you like him as a joke for like, three seconds)
Overview: Crosshair has a crush on you, and almost everyone is aware of it. Except you. Luckily, his brothers seem to rat him out so you can actually move forward with him.
Warning(s): Crosshair and Wrecker having brotherly bonding (Wreck makes fun of Cross), mentions of sweat, cursing (in Mando’a and English), pre-order 66, Crosshair has a BIG crush on you, reader is called ‘doll’, a little rushed
(I just wanted to write smth fluffy for him after the last one-)
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Crosshair liked you. It was an obvious fact.
…at least to his brothers. In Tech’s eyes, the marksman's crush on you was as obvious as Wrecker’s hulking form in a cantina. Come on, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. Although, he was one. The way he’d purposefully provoke you to get a reaction from you (aka, your attention), how his gaze would linger just a couple seconds too long and how he always seemed to be in your medical room because he needed an extra toothpick for you, (which you so graciously carried for him…) wasn’t that obvious enough? He’s known his brother long enough to know what he looks like and acts like when he has a crush. As for Hunter, thanks to his enhanced senses, he was painfully aware of how his youngest brother’s heart rate quickened whenever you were near, and how his breath hitched. Not to mention the faint scent of sweat that he picked up on that always seemed to occur when you were by. As for Wrecker… he just knew. He wasn’t dumb, in fact, he thought he was quite good with emotions! He knew little Crossy had a big, fat crush on you! How did he know, you may ask?
Because his dear, skinny little brother would blush. Yup. One word from you, your name brought up in a conversation, just you being in the room… he saw it. Wrecker saw it. Not his cheeks, thank the Maker for that, because Crosshair was somewhat pale, but his ears. The tips of them, usually a dark creamy ivory, would flush a tulip pink, even a bright raspberry color depending on how embarrassed or nervous he was. Of course, however, that wasn’t obvious to you.
It wasn’t like you had enhanced or modified attributes. You were just you. A medic. How were you supposed to know-? He wasn’t obvious about it in any way! He just seemed to love pushing your buttons, that was it. And getting his toothpicks from you, but that was it. Crosshair didn’t like anybody, much less, you. You weren’t special. You were just someone he loved messing around with. That was it.…right?
Wrong.
Flick. Tap, tap, there goes another toothpick your way. It flicked past you before plummeting to the ground, skidding to a stop a little bit aways from your boot. Oh, there we go. It was that time of the day, yeah? This was ritualistic at this point. It missed you, but you knew that was entirely intentional. If the sniper wanted to hit you with it, he was fully capable of doing just that. With an unimpressed huff, you looked up from the medkit you were organizing (that Echo had so sweetly dropped off to you), to meet the piercing eyes of none other than the sniper that seemed awfully fond of throwing things at you. You rose a brow in response, placing a hand on your hip and tilting your head at Crosshair. “Really?” You asked rhetorically. The youngest batcher just hmfed and shrugged, taking large strides in your direction until he was towering over you. “What? I can’t see our hardworking medic while she’s busy?” He teased, looking down at you through narrowed eyes. You scoffed humorously, turning back to your supplies. You both knew that was a lie. “You’re funny. We both know that’s fake.” You commented, and he mocked a look of hurt. “I just wanted to spend time with you,” “Liar.” He rolled his eyes at your statement, before continuing. “Listen, in all truthfulness, I just wanted to say that…” he trailed off, leaning on the counter next to you while tapping his fingers on the cool metal rhythmically. “I think you’re pretty.” You were looking up at him the entire time, waiting for him to say what he had to say, but you didn’t seem to process his words until a couple seconds later. Immediately, your eyes widened and you physically leaned away from him, nonplussed in every way. And it didn’t help that Crosshair looked so sincere, dropping the mischievous and smug look and trading it out with a more relaxed one, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you by telling you that. There was no way, right? Crosshair, the nonchalant and snarky sniper, calling you pretty? When has he ever complimented anybody? You were struggling with your emotions, but you couldn’t help the way your face seemed to slightly soften and you almost looked flattered. Well- you and him always did flirt sometimes, but it was all sarcasm and just to get under each other’s skin, but you didn’t think–
“Pretty ugly.” Oh. And there it is. Your mouth was parted and you almost looked a little hurt as he smirked smugly down at you, eyes narrowing once again. You sighed and dead-panned at him, looking only a tad irritated. “Wow, you’re hilarious.” You bluntly uttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes before looking back down while cleaning up your area. Crosshair shrugged and reached a hand down to grab a toothpick from the pouch connected to your belt, placing it between his teeth and using his tongue to position it in the side of his mouth, not apologetic and rather apathetic to how you took his words. It was silent for a couple more moments, before you bravely spoke up next.
“Well, you know, I think you’re pretty.” You admitted calmly, slowly relaxing and releasing your previous tension and irritation. Crosshair rose a brow, cocking his head to the side barely. “Pretty what?” He quizzed, already expecting an insult to come next.
Silence…. More silence… your lips quirked up into a barely perceivable smile, and Crosshair couldn’t help but feel more uncomfortable and confused. Silence— “Pretty what, [name]-?” He repeated, this time more urgently, brows furrowed, but you just closed your medkit and shrugged happily, giving him a warm smile as you brushed past him. And that made his eyes widen a fraction. “[name]!” He called out in frustration, but you were already out of the medical room and pressing the button behind you so the doors slid shut. The clone let out a frustrated grunt and he felt the tips of his ears burn, and he glared daggers into the ground as if it did something wrong. His hands curled into fists as he sucked in a deep breath. “...such a kriffing pain in the shebs.” He cursed lowly in frustration.
“Ya know, Crosshair, I think that it’s great that you an’ the lil’ medic are so close!”
The toothpick in said-clone’s mouth snapped in half, and he felt his eye twitch as he whipped towards his himbo of a brother. “Pardon?” He grit out through clenched teeth, but Wrecker just barked out a laugh and grinned at him. “Y’heard me! Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a little friendly with her!” He repeated, knowing fully well that he was getting on his youngest brother’s nerves. Crosshair sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, hanging his head low. See, this is why he dreaded and absolutely detested being left alone with this small-brained giant, he didn’t understand why he had to be left at ship with him while you and his other brothers went on the mission. “There is nothing between me and [name], you big oaf. I just like annoying her.” “I call bantha-shit!” Wrecker called out loudly, bounding up to the shorter clone and hitting him with Lula. Crosshair winced and groaned, shoving him away while glaring at him. “Yer just tryna spend more time with her! That’s the truth, Cross, cuz’ you gotta big, fat, crush on her.” Wrecker provoked with a large toothy grin. Crosshair made a noise of shock and disgust and shook his head. “I do not!” He hissed in protest, but the demolitions expert just rose a hand to stop him. “Nothin’ ta be ashamed of, Crossy, m’yer big brother, ya can trust me!” He exclaimed, and Crosshair sneered at him. “That’s exactly what I will not do,”
“You wanna be with [name], Cross, admit it!” Wrecker cheered. “Ya wanna hold ‘er, ‘n kiss ‘er,” Wrecker immediately turned around and made a crude act of wrapping his arms around himself and swaying while making obscene kissing noises. “Oh, [name]! I love ya so much, I have the biggest crush on ya, ‘n I want ya!” He mocked in a high pitched voice, and Crosshair, having had enough, snapped. “Shut up, shabuir!” He shouted, baring his teeth at the larger clone, spinning him around and shoving him backwards, which barely moved him, much to his displeasure. The tips of his ears were burning again, and he felt his palms getting a little sweaty beneath his gloves, his heart banging against his ribcage. “I do not like, or love [name]!” He cried out in humiliation and embarrassment, but Wrecker just smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Oh, but ya do,” he countered, voice low, making Crosshair swallow harshly as the large male took steps towards him. “An’ ya wanna know how I know?” He asked, before leaning down slightly to get in Crosshair’s face. “I know cuz’ you blush, Crossy.” He whispered huskily, before pointing to his ears. “You get real red up here.” “I–” Crosshair faltered, painfully aware of the burning at the tips of his ears again before his hands flew up to cover them. “No,” he denied, but he knew it was futile. He was figured out, by his stupid brother, nonetheless. Wrecker leaned back up, gesturing to him. “Then why’re ya coverin’ yer ears?” He questioned smugly, and Crosshair gave him the harshest glare he could muster, and if looks could kill, Wrecker would’ve been six feet under.
Just then, before he could answer, everyone came back, flooding the ship once more while you breathed out a sigh. “We’re back!” You announced, and Wrecker sent a grin towards his little brother. Immediately, Crosshair growled and stormed out of the cockpit, leaving the rest of you confused. Well. Just you. Hunter shared a knowing glance with Wrecker, and Tech only shook his head while busying himself on his datapad. Echo gave a mere shrug, before retreating to work more, leaving you utterly confused. “Did you provoke him, Wrecker?’ Hunter asked in exasperation, and Wrecker could only shrug innocently. “Jus’ brought up the obvious.” Hunter nodded, shaking his head. “Figured. Could hear him from outside. And smell him.” He added with a grimace, and you sent a questioning glance their way. “What-?” Tech waved you off and guided you away. “Nothing that you need to worry about, [name]. Crosshair is just having another lash out due to his raging hormones whenever he’s around you or someone brings you up.” Tech stated bluntly, making you stammer in shock, your cheeks heating up. Raging hormones???
Before you could question him though, he was excusing himself to go work with Echo, leaving you even more confused than before. You immediately walked back to Wrecker and Hunter as they conversed, gesturing to where Crosshair left. “What’s up with Cross-? And what ‘raging hormones’-?” You asked incredulously, wanting answers right now. Hunter pursed his lips together, unsure about ratting his brother out, but Wrecker beat him to it. If he couldn’t confess, he’d do it for him. “Crosshair has a crush on ya.” He told you. Your heart constricted in your chest, and your eyes went round with shock, cheeks heating up once more. “...he what?” “Likes you. He’s got a real big crush on ya, [name]. But he’s too scared to tell ya.” Wrecker repeated, and it felt like you got shot by another blaster bolt. Averting your eyes down, you went silent. “Oh.” Was all you could say. But as soon as he snapped out of it, you felt a bashful smile grow on your face as you blushed. “I’ll go talk to him.” You informed, before rushing to where the sniper had retreated to. Without knocking, you came in, and before Crosshair could get onto you for intruding, you cut him off.
“I like you too.” You answered, despite there being no question. Crosshair paused, questions written all over his face before he shook his head and looked down. “I’m not in the mood for joking right now, you don’t have to feel bad just because my brother’s told you,” he murmured, turning away from you and cleaning his gun a little more roughly. You protested and shook your head before moving quickly to sit in front of him. “No, Cross, I mean it.” “[name], stop-” “No, listen to me.” You demanded, making him swallow harshly but go silent. “Crosshair,” you started, sighing deeply and closing your eyes before continuing, looking up at him with nothing but genuine affection. “I feel the same. Not because I feel bad, but because I genuinely feel the same for you.” You admitted, and seeing the doubt on his face had your heart sinking, so you continued. “I meant it when I called you pretty, Cross.” You whispered, reaching out and gently taking his hand in yours, thumb rubbing his knuckles. “Why do you think I carry toothpicks for you?” “Because I want them?” You laughed at that and shrugged. “Not really. I want you to come see me, that’s why.” And that made him soften. His brow smoothed out and his shoulders relaxed, before a breathy laugh escaped him too.
“I meant it when I called you pretty too.” He confessed. You rose a brow. “Did you?” You teased, and he offered you a smile, tips of his ears turning a soft tulip pink before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head.
“Yeah, doll. I did.”
#tcw x reader#clones x reader#the bad batch#x fem reader#tbb x reader#star wars x reader#crosshair x reader
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Imagine baby Silver accidentally getting kidnapped by his big brother because he crawled into Malleus’s bag and fell asleep and Malleus being strong as hell barely even notices the difference in weight.
Hello Anonie 💞🌷🌸
I woke up today with the perfect scene in my head for this ask and I had to write it right away 💞💞 I hope you enjoy 💚🌷
Malleus and Silver, brotherly bonding, my loves.
Summary: A young Silver is on a mission. He’s going to follow Big Brother Malleus to wherever he goes and rescue him.
Silver was on a mission.
He’s going to follow Big Brother Malleus to wherever he went.
Silver didn’t like it when his big brother had to leave. He knew Mal didn’t want to leave either.
He could see the sad look in his eyes before he left.
So! He’s going to follow him and rescue him.
He’ll be his hero!
He would have to return home if Silver saved him and then they can all live happily forever.
But how?
Looking around, Silver spotted the nearby bag.
It was Mal’s bag.
He can hide in there.
Silver motioned towards the birds and small animals.
Shushing them before waving.
Go. Go.
Distract them.
No one would be the wiser.
Silver felt delighted as he slipped into the bag.
He’s going to rescue his big brother and bring him home.
No one will make him sad on his watch!
Malleus leaned back after signing off on the document before him. Retuning to his duties always seemed harder after a visit to the cottage.
But it gave him a reprieve, something to look forward to.
A solace from the darkness and silence of the castle.
Malleus sighs as he pulls his bag to his lap.
I should look into that issue Lilia…
“What?”
Very few things shocked Malleus Draconia and this was one of those rare instances where he was left speechless.
Malleus felt laughter bubble up before he smothers it down with his hand.
Malleus’ expression softened, gently pulling Silver out so as not to wake him.
Cradling him close, Silver nuzzled into Malleus’s warmth.
It was all so natural to him now. Malleus recalls those days when he struggled with even holding the young one.
Now though, now it was as natural as breathing to him.
Malleus began humming a lullaby while rubbing the little one’s back.
Lilia must be panicking right now. He should probably let him know or return Silver to him but…
Seeing the little one tucked into him, his soft smell relaxing him in a way he didn’t realize he was tensed before…
Silver smiled in his sleep as he buried closer to his warmth.
Malleus tapped his finger on the button like nose.
“Why don’t I keep you for a bit longer, little beastie?”
He smirked.
Lilia can panic a bit longer. It’ll be good for his health to be more active.
I have no idea how I went from chaotic young Silver to deep feels Malleus, but at least I got some of that smug Malleus vibe at the end 😆💞
#take this before I keep tinkering abdkskwjsjd#answered#Anonie ask#twst silver#malleus draconia#disney twst#twst fluff#silver vanrouge#twisted wonderland#diasomnia#lilia Vanrouge mention#twst platonic#twisted wonderland silver#twst malleus draconia#twst scenarios#twst drabbles#twst imagines
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*licks teeth and pins u against the wall* so uh...how bout one of those big bro leon fics, *I say with a glint in my eyes*
Purist.
Big Bro! Leon X F! Reader (smut)
A/N: *quivers and covers chest nervously* w-w-well, i-i guess i could write a— a little something... *eyes shift awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with a gulp* uhm... here. i, uh, i hope you enjoy... (some of the dialogue is inspired by the 2007 movie teeth :3)
Tags: incest (brother-sister)/(daddy-daughter mentioned), coercion, dub-con, religious themes, allusion to p in v/a /no real penetration mentioned, fingering (anal and vaginal f receiving), brief mentions of previous sexual assault/abuse
Wordcount: 2.1k
You spent the entirety of your mid to late teen years obsessed with God. With purity. With salvation. Your parents dragging you and your brother, Leon, to church must've eventually struck a cord with you. Ever since the youth pastor chewed up that bubblegum and offered it around to everyone, making the point that nobody wanted a tainted 'treat,' the idea of staying untouched seemed to just click into place for you. Your body was a sacred thing, not to be touched or looked at lustfully by any man.
Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation, as the great St. Augustine said. Why not swear yourself to chastity? A bond of complete celibacy, of purity, promised by you to your Lord.
Unfortunately, your big brother didn't seem to feel the same way.
Leon was your exact opposite, in the way that he couldn't spend a night alone. While you would sit in your room, reading or studying like a proper girl, the wanton sound of a random female companion of his would rip through the paper thin walls of your parent's house. Every night, or what felt like it, he would bring home a 'date,' as you called them, though, he would sooner call them 'easy sluts.'
You weren't easy. Leon liked that about you. Every crude joke he made at your expense, wether at the dinner table or in the brief expanse of the hallway near your rooms, you shut down immediately. You were too maidenly for your own good, and unafraid to show it. Oh, he really liked it. Not like those other whores he'd snatch up on the way home, were you? His boyish, smug grins did nothing to bring you, his darling little sister, to your knees in the way it did other women your age.
Maybe that was why he did it— bringing those girls over. He knew good and well you could hear them— hear him— through the thin walls. He could tell based on the way you looked at him with scornful eyes the morning after as he accompanied the umpteenth girl of his to the front door, tactfully kicking her out with the promise of calling her back. Of course, he did no such thing, the womanizer that he was. He'd wink at you. Taunting you.
Maybe he did all of this to tempt you, to show you what you were missing out on. Maybe he was sending you a message. An offer? No. The more likely option was that he just liked to tease you. Yes, that seemed more 'brotherly.'
It was another night. Another sleepless night of being tormented by the lewd sounds coming from your older brother's room. You could practically hear the individual squeak of every spring in his old mattress as he used whatever girl he had with him now. You heard her muffled voice. Poor girl must've had her face pushed into the pillow. Maybe she was ugly. Leon always let the pretty ones look at him while he sexed them up— you could tell because you heard their voices much clearer in the night.
It was nearly melodic. Hearing almost every movement between the two. You could piece it together in your mind, and before you knew it, you had your eyes tightly shut, imagining the scene.
You pictured it in more detail than you thought the Lord would be appreciative of. You saw your brother's toned back with his tapered waist, his taut muscles clenching and coated in a slick sheen of sweat as he worked his hips against a faceless girl's heat. It was a dance. You seemed to imagine it more passionate than it sounded. Where the girl next door was certainly getting pounded, your imaginary girl was being treated tender and soft. Gentle strokes accompanied by a firm grasp.
You were yet again reminded the next day of how much different your real brother was to the version of him your mind conjured up the previous night. Not nearly as sweet, that was for sure.
You pushed into his room, not bothering to give him the dignity of a knock. That was another thing he liked about you. For how meek and God-fearing you seemed to be, you could be a real bitch to your dear ol' brother. He found it sort of funny, the juxtaposition between how you really were and how his lackadaisical manner made you act.
"We need to talk about your girlfriends," you said, slamming his door behind you. The breeze caused by the door made a few of his classless pin-up girl posters swish upwards, hanging on for their lives against the black walls of his room by the tiny scraps of tape he stuck them with.
"Don't have any," Leon said casually, legs spread and arms over his chest. He tossed a baseball up and down, catching it in his palm as he leaned his head against his headboard.
You huffed and stomped over to his bedside to snatch the baseball. He let you grab it, shooting you an amused grin as you palmed the ball far too big for your hand.
"Well, whatever you want to call them—"
"Let's just call them whores, yeah?"
"I'm not going to call them that," you spat, eyebrows raising into your hairline. "Your 'friends.' How about that? Your 'friends' need to stop coming around. I can't live like this. I can't sleep!"
"Awh, poor thing. Your grade in 'prissy bitch' class must be dropping now. Y'fall asleep during your stick-up-the-ass exam, college girl?" he asked, nose scrunching teasingly as he eyed you. He reveled in how your offended look grew.
"Can you take anything seriously, you ass?" You dropped his baseball to the floor and kicked it under his bed, to which he mumbled 'bitch' and an additional explicative or another under his breath. "Last night was ridiculous. I didn't get a wink of sleep. These walls aren't nearly as thick as you act like they are."
"Oh, you heard that? What, it turn you on or something?"
You stilled, arms rising back to cover your chest defensively. It didn't turn you on, per se, but it did something, that was for damn sure. You weren't about to confess that to Leon, though. Not if you had a choice.
"No, it did not 'turn me on,' Leon. Do you hear yourself when you speak, or does everything come out on instinct?"
"Instinct. So, Virgin Mary, what're you harassing me about now? You don't enjoy the sweet, sweet sound of random chicks getting smashed?"
He sat up straight, back flush to his headboard now as he turned to face you.
You got a good look at his features. Looked a lot like your dad. Score! Perfect excuse, suddenly coming to mind.
"No, I don't. I'm sure daddy doesn't appreciate it either," you said, trying to guard yourself with the veil of your father.
Leon snorted. "Well, I guess daddy dearest will just have to come tell me himself then, won't he? Seems like he's too drunk nowadays to hear anything," he said, voice nearing bitter territory.
"Don't talk about dad like that," your voice taking on a more protective edge in your father's defense. "He's going through a rough time. He doesn't need your shit."
"And I don't need yours. This whole abstinence thing has your horse pretty high, you know." Leon shifted his legs over the side of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. Most of the humor he had left in his voice had drained out, being replaced with a seriousness. "You aren't slick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, eyebrows pinching together. "What are you talking about?"
"Come on, sis," he said, mocking tone lacing the nickname, "we both know who you're saving yourself for, and I've been real patient up until now. I'm not gonna wait forever."
You wanted to repeat yourself, you wanted to ask just what the hell he meant by that, but he interrupted your train of thought.
"You think I couldn't hear you listening like a little pervert? Hell, even before I started bringing girls home. I couldn't jerk off without seeing you peeking through the crack in my door. Like I said, you aren't slick. You act like you're all hard and saintly, but you're just a nasty pervert, aren't you?"
So many thoughts ran through your head. So many emotions. Embarrassment, for one, at the fact that he knew of your dirty secrets regarding him. Anger at how casually he was airing this information. A strange warmth, as well, at how he teased you. You should've been screaming at him, at twisting this around on him, but you couldn't.
"I'm sorry," you managed to squeak out, eyes dropping to your feet in shame.
Leon just hummed in response, clearly not in dire need of an apology. In fact, he looked rather unfazed, like it was no problem for him at all.
"If you want to apologize, you can bring your little ass over here. Sit down, pervert."
"I don't know why you're acting so fidgety about this. You give it up to dad all the time, what's so different about me?"
Fuck. Leon really knew everything about you. This entire night was like having someone read your diary out loud to you, hearing every 'secret' you thought you had kept so well.
"Shut up," you said, eyes clenched shut tightly as Leon curled his fingers up against your g-spot again. You bit back the urge to whine or moan. With how much he was teasing you, you didn't feel that he deserved the satisfaction.
"Wonder what everyone would think. Daddy's good girl is good for more than she lets on, huh? Bet everyone already knows. There's no way a girl like you hasn't been taken before. Ain't a man on earth who wouldn't try it, y'know?"
You hated how that made you tighten around his fingers. Was that really what made you cum? Your brother calling you rapeable? The entire situation was so far out of your wildest imagination. A far cry from what the other girls he entertained had experienced, you were sure of that.
Or, maybe, the way that he let your face upwards was what did it for you. Last you remembered, the rule was pretty girls faced up, ugly girls got flipped. Guess that counts for something.
"I'm real fascinated by your pussy," Leon said after a few moments of silence. He was sitting between your legs, cock sprung free from his boxers as he kept his fingers plugged into your hole. He watched as your hole continued to kick and squeeze over his two digits.
"I can tell. You won't stop lookin' at it," you mumbled, trying and failing to prop yourself up on your palms.
"Not what I meant. Just meant it's pretty."
You don't know why you blushed at such a meaningless, near-objectifying compliment. A small part of you said that if Leon had seen so many in his life, and he said yours was pretty, then surely that meant something. You felt honored, in a weird way.
"Bet it'll be even tighter around my cock."
"What? No, no, we can't do that, Leon," you said quickly, pulling away from his finger with a squelch. You tried to pull your panties up, but he stopped you.
"Who says?"
You thought about it. You wanted it, sure. Really bad, actually. So, who says? Who said that you couldn't take a brief pause from chastity? You quickly told yourself what you said each time your father got a little too drunk a little too late a night and missed your mother a little too much.
"Just be gentle," you said, exactly how you would on the nights where you looked a little too much like your mother.
"Don't worry."
You expected to feel his cock swab against your folds. You expected to feel the eerily familiar pinch and stretch of being penetrated, but it didn't come. Your walls clenched almost eagerly around nothing.
Instead, your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of a finger trailing around your asshole. Leon aimed his head forward and spat a fat glob onto your rim, rubbing it around to coat your hole.
"Wait— Leon! Don't do that," you whined, feeling him finger sink in and stretch the ring of muscle.
"You aren't a true-virgin anywhere else, sis. I wanna pop this cherry before someone gets to it before I do."
God, he was cruel. What was crueler was the way he prodded another finger into your hole like it was nothing. At least he had the awareness to spit again, coating the middles of his fingers in an attempt to ease the pain in your end. It worked, as well as spit could.
His head dipped down and his tongue latched to your clit, giving it a few purposeful sucks before pressing a kiss to it too, piercing eyes looking at you from between your thighs.
"Besides, anal doesn't really count, right? Isn't that what all you pure-not-so-pure girls say?"
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